The Epic Tale of an Elven Druid


The flames shot high into the night sky, casting a vibrant glow onto the tiny elfin village. The blood was everywhere.


"Run! Get out everyone!" A male elder cried out to the other.

They had never expected on such a calm and beautiful spring night that the undead would attack. They had come from afar and managed to enter their domain.

Through all of the chaos, a young girl hid quietly under a wooden desk in the arms of her protective mother. Their only hope was that the small group of warriors in the village would be able to defeat the attackers; one of these warriors - the young girls father.

Within minutes, the sounds of commotion grew to a silence; a dead silence. Just as the child's mother began to peer out from the desk, her long ears allowed her to hear footsteps approaching. She quickly withdrew, taking refuge once more beneath their wooden sanctuary. The footsteps grew louder, the sound resembling more of a shuffle of steps rather than a normal walk.

The mother wrapped her arms tightly around her daughter as the door flung open. The cool night air rushed inside of the small home. The child could not help but to gaze up to see the attacker. Chunks of decaying flesh hung from his body, his clothes were tattered and dirty and he smelt of death. Before she could blink her mother released her grip as she flung herself towards the intruder, a small dagger drawn. The child's eyes grew wide with fright as she watched her mother struggle with the undead. Her mother's illuminate white eyes narrowed with hatred as she slashed fiercely at the enemy. The wounds to the undead seemed to do little as he continued to approach her, a look of hunger on his rotted face. That's when the child caught glimpse of something silver in the undead enemies grasp . . . it was an axe. There was no time to yell a warning before the axe had plunged itself into her mother's body - all right before her eyes.

"Run Ailana! Run and don't look back - run until you can't run any farther!!" Her mother's last words had been forced out as the wound continued to gush. 

The child quickly stood; now catching the attention of the undead. With a grunt he began to shuffle towards the girl. There was no hesitation - she quickly ran to the open doorway darting out into the open air. Fires
 were ablaze in every direction and her predator approaching quickly from behind. As tears fell from her eyes, she gave one last glance towards her lifeless mother and took off in a sprint. She ran with immense speed, placing her attackers far behind.