The day that the Dark elves forced their way into our house, we had not been prepared. It had been as any other day, with Mother and I working through my daily training routine. We had been testing the extent of my power with a simple test. A few yards from me sat my target, a cup resting on a stand. My mother approached me giving me advice. "Levi, love, you have to press it out away from you or else it won't do anything. Here like this." She held out a hand and with a smooth, fluid movement, an unusual breeze blew the cup from where it had sat. She bent over and replacing the cup on it's perch, turned to smile at me. As I focused all of my power and energy on the cup in front of me, I heard Father holler from out back to hide. But before Mother and I had turned around, Father had run in from the backyard and grabbed our wrists. He lowered me into a hatch under the floor before closing it and covering it with a rug. From my spot under the floor, I could hear the Dark elves fighting my parents above my head. A loud thud sounded nearby my head and I heard my mother call my father's name. The commotion escalated at what I could only guess was my mother fighting in an attempt to get to my father. I very slowly raised the floorboard over my head, in time to see my father being hauled out of the house by two of the men. As I drug my gaze from my father, I looked at my mother, in time to watch as the Dark elf in front of her plunged his faeblade into her chest, only to laugh as he let her hit the floor, reaching out to Father.
My mother raised her head to look at me as the elves left the living room and she smiled. A sad, sweet smile but a smile nonetheless. I had never seen blood before, but the best way I could describe it is that is very similar to what mortals call Ichor or "God's Blood". It shone a bright white, flowing like a river of God's light. She spoke softly, as her lifeblood trickled on the floor around her. "Levi. Take your power and run. Make friends and memories. Travel the world, my son, and find the girl that's right for you. When you do, treat her right and love her. Live your life to the fullest, Levi. But just remember, your father and I loved you. Go far my son and follow your dreams. Know we will always be proud of you Levi Nickolas Anders. And that we will always love you and that we will always be there for you." As she spoke her last words, I watched as her eyes dulled, watched as her life drained and as she took her last breath she smiled at me, positive 'til the very end.
It was then that it truly began to sink in. My mother was dead, as was my father most likely. But as I climbed out of the hatch, I could hear my father yelling for mother. But no matter how I searched, father's voice got quieter and quieter until I could no longer hear him. I turned back to my home, and stalked back in, with nothing in mind but hunting down and killing every elf responsible. In the foyer, stood a group of Dark elves, discussing their future plans. At the front, stood an elf who gave off an entirely different aura. An aura that could only belong to the leader. As I stood next to the hatch where my father had hid me only feet from my mother's now cold body, I made the decision between hiding or cutting them all to pieces with their own weapons. I glanced at my mother and after stooping down to close her eyes, I grabbed a faeblade that sat inches away, forgotten, and crept towards the foyer, near silent. I neared the threshold of the foyer and living room and I focused all of my power on the lower soldiers in front of me. It took everything in me to not laugh and cheer when they all burst into flames, frantically trying to figure out where the fiery onslaught was originating from. As their screams died away, to leave a hostile leader in the midst of their bodies, I took a deep breath, ready to end it all. But as the Dark elf spun circles, yelling for me to quit hiding and show my face, an idea came to mind. However, once I glanced back at the leader, all strategic thoughts were long forgotten.
My vision went red and hazy and my vision focused with only the elf in sight. I began stalking towards him, fully prepared for him to retaliate. But as I neared, I realized he could not see me. I glanced in the mirror that stood in the foyer and was surprised to realize that at some point in time I had turned invisible. I neared him and with a quick movement, I was behind him with my arm around him and the faeblade pressed at his throat. I whispered ever so softly into his ear. "I have seen the choas that you have just caused. Soon enough, the whole world will know of this destruction. Tell your superiors that the day they step foot into this village, or lay their filthy hands on another Light elf for that matter, there will hell to pay. I will personally escort them to the hottest fires of Muspelhiem and give them a little 'encouragement'. Make sure you warn them that this message was given to you by Nicholas Rune, okay? Good. I will ask soon enough and if you never told them, I will hunt you down and educate you on all the practices of torture that are imaginable. Best keep that in mind." I began to step back but before I got too far, I drug the blade across the elf's cheek, leaving a cut of considerable size. It would definitely leave a scar. "Just a little reminder for you so you don't forget." After that, I stepped further back and as the elf began to move, I hit him upside the head with the handle of my blades, knocking him unconscious.