Since the last Emperor's War, the world has been peaceful again. Even the bloodiest and most violent races, such as orcs and demons, were at peace. The reason was quite simple: many empires succumbed to chaos, just as rivers of blood from various races covered kingdoms and empires all over the world.
The world was recovering from a massacre. Something that was happening every thousand years.
However, unlike the other Emperors' Wars, this one was destined to be different, for something unusual happened one day after the conflicts ended.
Melting, the skies darkened. Time went by more slowly, as if in slow motion. Living beings, regardless of race, sex, power or status, felt a great desire to kneel down and deeply worship the Divine presence.
While everyone was shocked by the bizarre event, trying to understand what was happening, an ancient and powerful voice sounded.
"Lower beings, we Gods are tired of enjoying this boring game they call war," said the ancient voice in a robotic tone that sounded like a clear mockery. However, nobody felt that they were being wronged. In fact, many worshipped the feeling, as it was a sign that the gods were watching over them.
Stopping speaking for a few seconds, the ancient voice said, "We decided it's time to change the rules. Enjoy our gift, hahaha".
Before anyone could express his opinion, several golden lights shone in the distant sky. They looked like stars, but if someone observed better, notarial that the objects wrapped by the golden glow had an oval shape, looking like a kind of sphere, whose size was big enough for an adult elephant to enter.
Before anyone could identify what the "gifts" given by the Gods were, the spheres were divided into groups, going in several different directions.
In all, there were 100 lights. They went in groups of 5 to different domains, as if they had a fixed destination.
In the Orc Domain, 5 golden lights appeared, going in different directions.
In the Dragons Domain, 5 golden lights appeared, going in different directions.
In the Elven Domain, 5 golden lights appeared, going in different directions.
And, in the same way, a total of 20 groups composed by 5 golden lights went to 20 different domains. In fact, it was common knowledge that the number of existing races was about 13, so nobody knew exactly why the other lights went to other empty regions.
However, the truly powerful experts knew what this meant. It was the will of the Gods to give one more chance to the races that were defeated in past wars. Definitely, the era of peace would end.
Although emperors, kings and clan leaders didn't know exactly what these lights were, they were sure of one thing: anyone who got the support of one of these lights was destined to glory. Therefore, many of these old monsters and experts at the peak, raised their power to the maximum and flew behind the lights.
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15 years later...
It had been 15 years since the golden lights event. However, nobody knew its meaning. In fact, there was a strange occurrence in those 15 years: many empires, clans, kingdoms and citadels became extremely powerful in comparison with the giants of past ages.
In all probability, they had been graced with the will of the Gods, receiving one of the mysterious golden lights. However, not even the most arrogant and proud of the powerful revealed the meaning of the golden light. Perhaps it was not because they did not want to, but because the Gods would not allow it. Not before time.
While many supreme powers and occult races appeared again to mark the prelude to a new war, there were the lesser powers below what was happening in the world.
One of them was the Silver Leaf Clan, a small elf clan that resided in the Forest of Wisdom, near the Kingdom of Elvic Wisdom. This was a small middle clan within the elven standards, composed of about 2000 thousand elves.
They belonged to a very rare group within the elven race, known as Silver Elves. Besides their silver eyes and long silver hair, they had no other distinct characteristics.
In fact, if it is to tell something as "special" between them, it would definitely be their beauty that would make even the most beautiful Goddess feel jealous.
It's a fact that the elves are famous for being beautiful no matter to which group they belong, however, the Silver Elves were one step beyond.
This small clan was very peaceful, living isolated like the ancient elven clans. However, the place where they lived, the Forest of Wisdom, was on the borderline as the Orcs' Domain, famous for being extremely lascivious and cruel.
Often, the orc clans of the region made excursions to invade the other side. The nearby empires would only interfere if they felt a threat, which rarely occurred. Therefore, the Silver Leaf Clan fought alone against the orcs for generations.
Originally, the clan had almost 10000,000 members, however, the years of war reduced their numbers dramatically. And since among the races, the elves were known for their low breeding, it was difficult to increase their numbers.
The year was 3015, on the 30th of the 3rd of the elven calendar. It was exactly 15 years ago on this day since the event that marked the world years ago.
The current leader of the Silver Leaf Clan was Lavius, the eldest son of the Great General of the Lunar Kingdom, Lunius. He assumed the leadership of his clan after his father left for the Lunar Kingdom, located in the center of the Elven Domain.
Lavius was married to the beautiful Solares, a noble lady of the Divine Lotus Empire. Together, the couple had 5 children, from the oldest to the youngest: Altarin, Lialia, Barael, Raria and Dathael.
The difference in age of each was 1 year, that is, Altarin is 19, Lialia is 18, Barael is 17, Raria is 16 and Dathael is 15. Although some races considered their members adults from the age of 15, like humans and dwarves, there were others whose vitality was superior, like elves and dragons, who had longer lives and therefore the division between an adolescent and an adult was greater.
Even so, all the brothers had a maturity characteristic of the Silver Elves.
The clan was quite busy, because today was not only the day of the event that changed the world, but also Dathael's birthday.
Although the Silver Elves didn't possess powerful abilities, they stood out above the average in other areas, such as dance, cooking and hunting. They were definitely organized individuals and workers.
The groups were divided into teams of 5, each group taking care of a task, like preparing the party decorations, the snacks, the games, etc.
While many elves were working hard, a young male elf, who looked like a teenager, was lying on a giant leaf, which looked more like a... bed.
Even among his fellow Silver Elves, he could definitely occupy the top in terms of beauty. Unlike the others, his long silver hair didn't extend to the waist, but reached half of his body. His eyes had a more golden touch instead of silver, as if he were the reincarnation of an extremely beautiful Divine God.
However, what caught his attention the most was the tattoo of a small leaf in the middle of his forehead. It was hard to explain, but anyone looking at it would certainly be fascinated, developing a desire to possess this young elf.
Of course, he had other imposing characteristics, such as a slender and well defined body, characterized by balanced muscles, nothing too simple or exaggerated.
The beautiful young elf had a name. Dathael, the youngest son of the Patriarch of the Silver Leaf Clan. And, by chance, today was his birthday.
Although Dathael was lying relaxed, he was never really sleeping. In fact, he was practicing the Qi of Nature.
It was a little hard to explain, but all races have a special energy called Qi.
Everyone who practices Qi is called a Spiritualist.
In short, Spiritualists were able to Manipulate Qi for various purposes, the most common of which was struggle.
Dathael was very young, so he was at the ideal age to start practicing the Qi of Nature.
The young man seemed quite concentrated, although he was lying in a relaxed way. However, this did not hide his expression of anxiety. He was definitely doing something vital.
However, to his misfortune, a scream so loud that it would embarrass even the most powerful opera singers sounded in his ears, breaking any feeling of peace.
"GREAT BROTHER, WHY ARE YOU MAKING NEW MOLE BODY?!" shouted a beautiful little girl about one and a half feet tall.
Despite her size, no one would dare say that she was a child, because her breasts were "the average size of a Russian girl", the greatest proof of her maturity. And what a holy maturity.
The little girl not only screamed, but threw her body towards the giant leaf, using Dathael's body as a pillow. And as if that weren't enough, her fat breasts landed on Dathael's face.
If any other elf saw this, they would definitely say, "Oh no! Poor Dathael. Once again he was a victim of those damned meat chokers," and Dathael would agree, saying, "Yes! Please help me! I'm being suffocated to death!"
Fortunately, loli peituda got up when she realized that her brother was no longer moving.
With one now embarrassed, he said softly: "Hehe, big brother, forgive this little sister. I just wanted to wake him up, you know..."
Despite the cute expression, Dathael knew that his pretty little sister jumped on him with the intention of suffocating him, but he preferred only to keep his thoughts to himself.
Sighing, he asked, "Big sister Lialia, has something happened? I hope it's important, because you've disturbed my cultivation... again."
Realizing that she had exaggerated the greeting, Lialia apologized, saying, "Hehe, big brother, nothing happened. I just got a little excited, hehe."
Before Dathael could refute the titty loli, she shouted, "HOPE! I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME BIG SISTER! GRR, CALL ME LITTLE SISTER!"
Dathael was surprised at the speed this little girl had to change her mood. However, he remembered that his sister, although she was the second daughter of the five brothers, did not like to be called big sister because she was small.
Dathael never understood this, but only did what she asked.
"Haha, it was my mistake. I'm sorry, little sister Lialia," said Dathael with a forced smile.
Lialia pouted softly, saying, "Humphf! Apologizing is not enough, you will have to make it up to me".
Dathael was surprised by how thick her sister was. He was definitely the one who came to clean up the mess, but he was the one who should pay compensation.
Despite the evident indignation, using a servile tone, Dathael asked: "Oh, little lady. Could this big brother know how he wants to be compensated?"
Lialia was pleased with the tone used by Dathael, after all, which girl would not like to be treated as a goddess? Lialia, of course, loved it.
"Well, this little sister is in a good mood, so I'll just demand a small price of compensation," Lialia said in a kind tone.
Despite the kindness, Dathael knew it was definitely not something pleasant. For a little demon with Lialia to use a gentle tone, it meant that he wanted only one thing... something that Dathael was afraid would happen.
Before he could reason correctly, Lialia, licking her lips like a lion about to devour a lioness, said: "Big brother, what I want for compensation is...you!
'Holy shit!', was the thought that went through Dathael's mind. He was in an isolated place in the village, where few people showed up, and usually when they did it was to... "do that".
Dathael shouted in nervousness, "Sister Lialia, we can't do that. Ask for anything but that, please."
Snorting softly, Lialia was determined not to take no for an answer.
Using agile movements, she threw herself at her brother, pressing her body against his. The six fat ones covered her whole face.
Speaking in a tone of desire and lust, Lialia said, "Hehe, I hope you enjoy the gift of this beautiful little sister.
What came after that, well...
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End of chapter.