The Elvish Champions
Submitted by tyrael on Tue, 09/06/2005 - 4:28pm.
By Tyrael
Codes: Fantasy, Drama
Species: Elf
Copyright 2005 by Tyrael
The elf swam around wandering aimlessly and dangerously near the coral reef just outside the elven settlement. There were many predators in the area knowing he carried no weapon in his hands. The elf gazed at the beautiful reds, pinks, and blues of the coral reef letting his mind wonder about his future all the while schools of trusting fish swam by.
His heart yearned for more excitement than tales of the Sahuagin; the evil race of ?seadevils? whose hatred rested mostly on the shoulders of the elves under the sea and other races that wish for peace. They can live below the sea and above it for they have both lungs and gills. Just like him, for his mother was human. He had never seen one and he intended to keep it that way. He knew that they had green scaly skin, black reptilian eyes, small black spikes protruding from their backs, and sharp pointed teeth. Just thinking of them sent a cold shiver down his spine and suddenly he wanted to be back in the safety of his room.
So he turned away from the mesmerizing reef and quickly swam home. Eyes through an invisible portal watched as their voices argued. ?Is that one of them?? a male voice asked. ?It must be? a different voice replied obviously having great hope for the figure fading from view. ?Let us pray we are not wrong!? a third voice cried. . Chapter 1
The slender elf?s blue-green hair naturally flowed through the salt water as though it were seaweed. He was a little more than four miles away from his destination. He slowly and casually swam through a patch of long seaweed and he became invisible to the far away shape. It stalked him like death, silent and unforgiving. He appeared on the other side of the tall seaweed patch and noticed that all the fish that had once been around, had vanished. An eerie silence had settled over the underwater floor and he strained his sharp elven ears for signs of danger, the only thing he had for protection was a net neatly tied to his belt. He felt a sickness that he immediately recognized. His race were innately mortal enemies of sharks, and it made sense to him why he couldn?t hear the vibrations fish and the like usually make when swimming; sharks were natural predators. He could only hear the noise he was making, and right now it seemed louder than a dragons roar. His heart pounded rapidly and he started to consider making a run for it. Could he make it, he asked himself. He could make waves behind him if he swam as fast as he could, but he wasn?t how long he could keep it up.
He had been swimming very slowly for the last two minutes until he heard a quiet, but subtle sound, out of place in his splash, splash pattern of slow swimming. His heart cold with fear and his mind racing with all the stories he had ever heard about sharks, he turned around in time to see a shark with an odd shaped head, but it was a shark nonetheless and it was getting louder as it came closer. With speed and grace born of fear, he quickly took the net from his belt, put an end into his mouth, spun, and letting it fly with his eyes closed in a prayer to anyone that would help him. As if his goddess Osperm herself were guiding it, the net closed around the shark as if a giant mouth ate it; the shark, being incapacitated sunk slowly to the sea floor while thrashing wildly.
He stood there for minute trying to process if he really captured a twenty-foot shark. He heard something in dolphin song and he realized a patrol had spotted him. There was a group of five elves that had came upon him. He watched their horrified faces when they saw the deadly shark pinned to the ground by a magical net. He saw them shake their heads as they killed the shark, it was still thrashing, trying to get flesh in its mouth.
There was a small little party in his palace where everyone congratulated him for capturing such a vicious predator. No one could believe what the young elf did. He heard a lot of whispers and what made him angry was he heard most often was ?He got so lucky he has his fathers blood?. The next day he was sent out by his father to do some errands taking more than a few hours.
?Hey!? an exasperated cry came from behind the elf. The figure slowly turned with a questioning look on his face. ?Are you Crell Waverider?? the breathless messenger said between gasps. ?Y?Yeah? Crell replied hesitantly. ?Well then I have been looking all over for you!? with a trace of anger in his voice, as the last word came out of his mouth he took another deep breath and looked as though he was having a heart attack. Crell studied the messengers face. It was just a lad, maybe a little over 10 winters. Many messengers were real young because it was the only way a kid could earn money to help his family at that age, and a grown elf would find the job embarrassing and below him or her. The boy had high cheek bones with innocent blue eyes and had an athletic look to him with his hair cut short; though it was customary to the sea elves to have long hair.
Taking all this in a moment the sharp-eyed elf fought back a chuckle as the kid tried to regain his composure after spending all day looking for Crell. The younger elf handed the other a rolled up scroll, then held his hand out with anticipation. Realizing the kid wanted a tip he quickly handed him some coins that brightly lit up the lads face as he scurried off on another delivery. He read the note quickly and set off toward home.
As he hurried along his path a magnificent palace loomed over him; the place he called home. The elf realized that all his life he took the luxury he had for granted as he stopped to stare at the elaborate mansion. He had never really thanked anyone for his unrivaled luck. He was practically born into royalty; his father was a commander of an order of powerful knights, and if that wasn?t enough his uncle was the king! Pangs of guilt assaulted him as he shook his head as if to shake away the thoughts. ?Maybe sometimes I think too much? he grumbled to himself as he continued beyond the gates.
Crell nodded to the two familiar guards as they both bowed until he entered the palace. The elf strolled through the palace passing at least 20 other doors, not stopping until he was in his room. He quickly changed into nice clothes a mother would approve of. The party would start soon and he still didn?t know what it was about. With his sharp hearing he knew that the first of many guests were already arriving, he couldn?t help but feel nervous.
He was floating in midair; everything was pitch-black except for the little circle of light encompassing him. He felt uncomfortable as he began to walk up a long stairway that seemed to just appear out of nowhere. Crell didn?t know why but he felt drawn to the stairs, wondering where they would lead. As he walked up the stairs, he started to move faster and faster as if he couldn?t control his own legs. Soon he was running and he stopped before two large brass doors. As if they had been waiting for him the double-doors slowly creaked open. He saw a familiar city in ruins, though right now he couldn?t remember the name. There were an army of humanoids, giants, orcs, goblins, and trolls. But it wasn?t them he feared, it was the aura of power surrounding this one all mighty creature. Its eyes were endless pits of complete utter destruction and despair. This one creature, the general leading the army, looked at him with a gaze that could penetrate the thickest of fogs, and it felt like Crell was about to be cut in two. Then it smiled, the most malicious smile only a being that lived for the pain of others could master. It laughed its cruel laugh as everything faded into absolute darkness.
Crell awoke with a start and he felt the undeniable feel of magic around him. He didn?t have time to ponder this though as a knock interrupted his thoughts. His heart still pounding from the dream he half expected the demonic creature to be there. He tentatively opened his door and to his surprise and relief it was just his father with an amused expression once he realized his son had been sleeping. ?The party has just started? was all he said.
Crell now watched and greeted the guests warmly with his best smile plastered on his face as he moved through the crowd. The elf mingled for a while until he struck up a conversation with one of his fathers fellow knights about past adventures and battles fought long ago. He listened and laughed with an occasional ?ooh? and ?aw?. As he turned away from his conversation with the knight he saw his father start to make his way through the crowd.
?Crell!? a powerful voice grabbing everyone from his or her conversation and storytelling. Crell strolled up next to his father nervously. ?Crell my only son, and as the kings nephew you are expected to do great things. And I know as everyone does, you have great potential? Crells father commended him. ?This party is a celebration of you inevitable knighthood and the glory and honor you?ll bring us as a Knight of the Wave.? Then the knight Crell talked to earlier yelled ? To Crell and long live Myth Nantar!? and everyone ?drank? to that. Then out of nowhere Crells father handed to his son some fine plate mail armor, ?Specially made so that even though plate armor is normally very bulky the magic made it light, a slender elf would hardly know it was on and he could swim effortlessly with it. It is essential, you are not a knight yet but you are a warrior with my blessings,? his dad said.
The next gift didn?t come from his father; it came from the knight. His father beamed with pride as the knight that started the toast, complimented him on his spirit and knew Crell would be a fine warrior, ?This will help you in combat my fellow knight? he said and Crell didn?t miss the expectation in his voice. The knight handed the young elf his own dull gray ring with a tiny lightning bolt carved onto the front of it. It was made of silver and must have come at a great price. He could feel the strong enchantment on the item and was speechless. His father knew that if his son were amazed with this latest present, he knew that it wouldn?t top his other gift.
Hardly able to take his eyes off the ring, Crell was surprised as a messenger came up to him. The messenger held a large pillow over his head. ?To you Crell, from your mother? said the messenger and he knelt down so everyone could see what was on the pillow. Crell saw two excellently crafted silver gauntlets. They too, were eerily light and he knew that they held magic. Crell took them and everyone saw the comfortable gloves tighten around his small hands by themselves. Not about to outdone by Crells human mother, his father quickly handed him his last present. It was a long finely polished golden trident. It seemed that it was glowing brightly as the guests watched; the trident seemed to have everyone in the rooms? attention. Even the knight he conversated with recognized the power and beauty of the fabulous weapon.
The crowd cheered as Crell grabbed the mighty trident uncertainly with one hand. He felt a rush of magic as he then took it with both hands more confidently, hands fitting as perfectly as the gloves. The crowd cheered again as Crell momentarily forgot about his other gifts, still mesmerized by the trident, and the new voice inside his head.
Codes: Fantasy, Drama
Species: Elf
Copyright 2005 by Tyrael
The elf swam around wandering aimlessly and dangerously near the coral reef just outside the elven settlement. There were many predators in the area knowing he carried no weapon in his hands. The elf gazed at the beautiful reds, pinks, and blues of the coral reef letting his mind wonder about his future all the while schools of trusting fish swam by.
His heart yearned for more excitement than tales of the Sahuagin; the evil race of ?seadevils? whose hatred rested mostly on the shoulders of the elves under the sea and other races that wish for peace. They can live below the sea and above it for they have both lungs and gills. Just like him, for his mother was human. He had never seen one and he intended to keep it that way. He knew that they had green scaly skin, black reptilian eyes, small black spikes protruding from their backs, and sharp pointed teeth. Just thinking of them sent a cold shiver down his spine and suddenly he wanted to be back in the safety of his room.
So he turned away from the mesmerizing reef and quickly swam home. Eyes through an invisible portal watched as their voices argued. ?Is that one of them?? a male voice asked. ?It must be? a different voice replied obviously having great hope for the figure fading from view. ?Let us pray we are not wrong!? a third voice cried. . Chapter 1
The slender elf?s blue-green hair naturally flowed through the salt water as though it were seaweed. He was a little more than four miles away from his destination. He slowly and casually swam through a patch of long seaweed and he became invisible to the far away shape. It stalked him like death, silent and unforgiving. He appeared on the other side of the tall seaweed patch and noticed that all the fish that had once been around, had vanished. An eerie silence had settled over the underwater floor and he strained his sharp elven ears for signs of danger, the only thing he had for protection was a net neatly tied to his belt. He felt a sickness that he immediately recognized. His race were innately mortal enemies of sharks, and it made sense to him why he couldn?t hear the vibrations fish and the like usually make when swimming; sharks were natural predators. He could only hear the noise he was making, and right now it seemed louder than a dragons roar. His heart pounded rapidly and he started to consider making a run for it. Could he make it, he asked himself. He could make waves behind him if he swam as fast as he could, but he wasn?t how long he could keep it up.
He had been swimming very slowly for the last two minutes until he heard a quiet, but subtle sound, out of place in his splash, splash pattern of slow swimming. His heart cold with fear and his mind racing with all the stories he had ever heard about sharks, he turned around in time to see a shark with an odd shaped head, but it was a shark nonetheless and it was getting louder as it came closer. With speed and grace born of fear, he quickly took the net from his belt, put an end into his mouth, spun, and letting it fly with his eyes closed in a prayer to anyone that would help him. As if his goddess Osperm herself were guiding it, the net closed around the shark as if a giant mouth ate it; the shark, being incapacitated sunk slowly to the sea floor while thrashing wildly.
He stood there for minute trying to process if he really captured a twenty-foot shark. He heard something in dolphin song and he realized a patrol had spotted him. There was a group of five elves that had came upon him. He watched their horrified faces when they saw the deadly shark pinned to the ground by a magical net. He saw them shake their heads as they killed the shark, it was still thrashing, trying to get flesh in its mouth.
There was a small little party in his palace where everyone congratulated him for capturing such a vicious predator. No one could believe what the young elf did. He heard a lot of whispers and what made him angry was he heard most often was ?He got so lucky he has his fathers blood?. The next day he was sent out by his father to do some errands taking more than a few hours.
?Hey!? an exasperated cry came from behind the elf. The figure slowly turned with a questioning look on his face. ?Are you Crell Waverider?? the breathless messenger said between gasps. ?Y?Yeah? Crell replied hesitantly. ?Well then I have been looking all over for you!? with a trace of anger in his voice, as the last word came out of his mouth he took another deep breath and looked as though he was having a heart attack. Crell studied the messengers face. It was just a lad, maybe a little over 10 winters. Many messengers were real young because it was the only way a kid could earn money to help his family at that age, and a grown elf would find the job embarrassing and below him or her. The boy had high cheek bones with innocent blue eyes and had an athletic look to him with his hair cut short; though it was customary to the sea elves to have long hair.
Taking all this in a moment the sharp-eyed elf fought back a chuckle as the kid tried to regain his composure after spending all day looking for Crell. The younger elf handed the other a rolled up scroll, then held his hand out with anticipation. Realizing the kid wanted a tip he quickly handed him some coins that brightly lit up the lads face as he scurried off on another delivery. He read the note quickly and set off toward home.
* * * * *
As he hurried along his path a magnificent palace loomed over him; the place he called home. The elf realized that all his life he took the luxury he had for granted as he stopped to stare at the elaborate mansion. He had never really thanked anyone for his unrivaled luck. He was practically born into royalty; his father was a commander of an order of powerful knights, and if that wasn?t enough his uncle was the king! Pangs of guilt assaulted him as he shook his head as if to shake away the thoughts. ?Maybe sometimes I think too much? he grumbled to himself as he continued beyond the gates.
Crell nodded to the two familiar guards as they both bowed until he entered the palace. The elf strolled through the palace passing at least 20 other doors, not stopping until he was in his room. He quickly changed into nice clothes a mother would approve of. The party would start soon and he still didn?t know what it was about. With his sharp hearing he knew that the first of many guests were already arriving, he couldn?t help but feel nervous.
* * * * *
He was floating in midair; everything was pitch-black except for the little circle of light encompassing him. He felt uncomfortable as he began to walk up a long stairway that seemed to just appear out of nowhere. Crell didn?t know why but he felt drawn to the stairs, wondering where they would lead. As he walked up the stairs, he started to move faster and faster as if he couldn?t control his own legs. Soon he was running and he stopped before two large brass doors. As if they had been waiting for him the double-doors slowly creaked open. He saw a familiar city in ruins, though right now he couldn?t remember the name. There were an army of humanoids, giants, orcs, goblins, and trolls. But it wasn?t them he feared, it was the aura of power surrounding this one all mighty creature. Its eyes were endless pits of complete utter destruction and despair. This one creature, the general leading the army, looked at him with a gaze that could penetrate the thickest of fogs, and it felt like Crell was about to be cut in two. Then it smiled, the most malicious smile only a being that lived for the pain of others could master. It laughed its cruel laugh as everything faded into absolute darkness.
Crell awoke with a start and he felt the undeniable feel of magic around him. He didn?t have time to ponder this though as a knock interrupted his thoughts. His heart still pounding from the dream he half expected the demonic creature to be there. He tentatively opened his door and to his surprise and relief it was just his father with an amused expression once he realized his son had been sleeping. ?The party has just started? was all he said.
* * * * *
Crell now watched and greeted the guests warmly with his best smile plastered on his face as he moved through the crowd. The elf mingled for a while until he struck up a conversation with one of his fathers fellow knights about past adventures and battles fought long ago. He listened and laughed with an occasional ?ooh? and ?aw?. As he turned away from his conversation with the knight he saw his father start to make his way through the crowd.
?Crell!? a powerful voice grabbing everyone from his or her conversation and storytelling. Crell strolled up next to his father nervously. ?Crell my only son, and as the kings nephew you are expected to do great things. And I know as everyone does, you have great potential? Crells father commended him. ?This party is a celebration of you inevitable knighthood and the glory and honor you?ll bring us as a Knight of the Wave.? Then the knight Crell talked to earlier yelled ? To Crell and long live Myth Nantar!? and everyone ?drank? to that. Then out of nowhere Crells father handed to his son some fine plate mail armor, ?Specially made so that even though plate armor is normally very bulky the magic made it light, a slender elf would hardly know it was on and he could swim effortlessly with it. It is essential, you are not a knight yet but you are a warrior with my blessings,? his dad said.
The next gift didn?t come from his father; it came from the knight. His father beamed with pride as the knight that started the toast, complimented him on his spirit and knew Crell would be a fine warrior, ?This will help you in combat my fellow knight? he said and Crell didn?t miss the expectation in his voice. The knight handed the young elf his own dull gray ring with a tiny lightning bolt carved onto the front of it. It was made of silver and must have come at a great price. He could feel the strong enchantment on the item and was speechless. His father knew that if his son were amazed with this latest present, he knew that it wouldn?t top his other gift.
Hardly able to take his eyes off the ring, Crell was surprised as a messenger came up to him. The messenger held a large pillow over his head. ?To you Crell, from your mother? said the messenger and he knelt down so everyone could see what was on the pillow. Crell saw two excellently crafted silver gauntlets. They too, were eerily light and he knew that they held magic. Crell took them and everyone saw the comfortable gloves tighten around his small hands by themselves. Not about to outdone by Crells human mother, his father quickly handed him his last present. It was a long finely polished golden trident. It seemed that it was glowing brightly as the guests watched; the trident seemed to have everyone in the rooms? attention. Even the knight he conversated with recognized the power and beauty of the fabulous weapon.
The crowd cheered as Crell grabbed the mighty trident uncertainly with one hand. He felt a rush of magic as he then took it with both hands more confidently, hands fitting as perfectly as the gloves. The crowd cheered again as Crell momentarily forgot about his other gifts, still mesmerized by the trident, and the new voice inside his head.