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Chapter 2 - Chapter 1 Nightmare

The sun was nowhere to be seen on that day, the day when day and night look like they merged into one. The sky was dark and ominous, with thick clouds covering the once bright and sunny world. The air was heavy and the wind was hard, as if it was trying to push everyone away.

There was a great War and amidst in this chaos a male elf, with white skin and pointed ears. His long silver hair was tied back in a ponytail, and his piercing green eyes were filled with determination.

Before him stood a vast army of orcs and other creatures of darkness. He knew that this was the final battle, the last stand against the forces of evil that threatened to destroy their world.

Wearing his golden armor with a red cross on his chest, a symbol of his rank and bravery, was now stained with black blood from the enemies he had killed. The beautiful color was almost invisible, hidden beneath the blood of his enemies.

The elf then raised his sword, a magnificent blade made by the dwarf and elf smith. It had ancient runes written on it and glowed with a faint blue light, a sign of the powerful magic imbued within it. With a fierce battle cry, the elf charged towards the enemy.

The orcs roared, their weapons clashing against the elf's sword. But he was swift and agile, dodging their attacks and striking back with deadly precision. He moved through the battlefield like a whirlwind, taking down his foes one by one.

The battle was fierce and intense, with both sides sustaining heavy casualties. But the elf fought on, his determination never wavering. He knew that this was the day when good should be the winner, and he was determined to emerge victorious.

Just as victory seemed to be within their grasp, a voice suddenly heard from the front of the battlefield.

"Fall back! Retreat!" The voice heard by the elf.

He was taken aback by the sudden order to retreat. They had been winning the battle and were on the brink of victory. Why would they have to retreat now?

Confused and hesitant, He looked around him, so many soldiers were running but the confusion soon disappeared when he realized that there was something terrible not far in front of him.

"Run!" the voice shouted again, this time even louder. The elf snapped out of his daze and turned to see his fellow soldiers fleeing in panic.

He stood frozen in disbelief his heart raced as he watched the terrifying creature approach. He had never seen anything like that for thousands of years.

'"A dragon." the man gasped, his voice trembling as he watched the massive creature approach. 

The dragon was a fearsome sight, a colossal creature of darkness and fire. Its body was covered with black scales and its red eyes pierced the sky like thunder in a storm. 

Its wings were enormous, spreading out like a dark cloud over the land, and its tail whipped the air with a thunderous sound. 

The dragon roared as it flew, a deafening noise that shook the earth and made the mountain tremble.

The elf knew that it was not something he could defeat on his own.

As the distance between the elf and the dragon grew shorter, the dragon suddenly opened its mouth. A spark of fire ignited in its throat, and soon a burst of flames shot out towards the fairy. The elf's eyes widened in terror as he realized he was the dragon's target.

Instinctively, the elf raised his sword and summoned all of his magical powers, creating a magic barrier around himself, a shimmering dome of blue light.

The fire collided with the barrier, causing a loud explosion that echoed through the battlefield. 

The dragon roared and kept breathing fire at the elf, the barrier held, but the elf felt the heat and strong pressure.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his sword, trying to maintain his barrier. He knew he could not keep the barrier up forever. He had to find a way to escape.

But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't think of a single plan to escape, the barrier was not strong enough, little by little cracks appeared on the barrier and the dragon's fire breath began to seep through the cracks, inching closer and closer to the elf. 

Desperation took over and the elf pushed himself to the brink, pouring every ounce of his magic into the barrier. But it was no use, the barrier shattered into pieces and the dragon's fire got through.

"Present day."

"hah..hah..hah.." the elf woke up in her bed, his face looked pale, cold sweat flowing down his forehead, while catching his breath, he put down the dagger in his right hand.

He couldn't help but feel unsettled. For hundreds of years, he had had the same nightmare because of what happened in the great war.

Sighing, He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. '"When will this nightmare end?" he whispered to himself then walked towards the window. 

He then opened the window and looked outside. From his bedroom window on the second floor, He saw a beautiful view of where she lived,

As the sun began to rise over the horizon, the small village near the river came to life. The birds chirped a cheerful melody, the soft sound of the river flowing could be heard, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air. It was a tranquil morning in this picturesque village, surrounded by nature's beauty.

Nestled in the heart of a lush forest, the village was a hidden gem, unknown to most travelers. It was a place where time seemed to stand still, and the worries of the outside world faded away. The villagers lived a simple life, surrounded by the breathtaking view of the river, mountain, and forest.

The village consisted of only a few dozen wooden houses, each with a red roof and a chimney. They all had small, well-tended gardens filled with colorful flowers. The villagers took great pride in their homes and the beautiful scenery that surrounded them.

The river, wide and calm, flowed gently through the village. Its crystal-clear waters reflected the blue sky and the fluffy white clouds, making it seem like a painting. The villagers relied on the river for their daily needs, using its water for drinking, cooking, and washing.

But the most enchanting part of the village was the view of the snow-capped mountain in the distance. It towered over the horizon, standing tall and majestic, as if protecting the village from harm. The villagers often gazed at the mountain in awe, marveling at its beauty and feeling grateful for its presence.

The forest that surrounded the village was a paradise in itself. It was a vibrant green, with tall trees and colorful flowers blooming everywhere. The villagers would often take long walks through the forest, admiring the different types of trees and flowers. They would also gather wild berries and mushrooms, which they used in their cooking.

The elf stood at the edge of the window, his eyes gazing up at the clear blue sky. He took a deep breath, his mind was far from the peaceful surroundings. He had a difficult decision to make, one that could change the course of his life.

"In this remote village I settled down for hundreds of years and hoped to find peace and forget what had happened, but nothing got better,' he muttered to himself.

"Maybe this is the time." 

As he continued to gaze out at the village, lost in his thoughts, a voice called out to him from down below.

"Good morning, Euron."' Someone called him from below.

"Are you going to hunt?" the man asked.

"Good morning chief." said Euron while a small smile formed on his lips.

"Not today, I want to go to town later," he replied.

"So your decision is already final to leave the village." said the village chief.

"I think this time is for me to leave. I know it will not be easy, leaving behind everything and everyone I have ever known. But I can't shake the feeling, maybe there is a reason for this never ending nightmare, and I need to find out what it is."

"I hope you will find that you are looking for Euron, and if you need something just tell me in advance. Maybe I can help you."

"Thanks chief, I appreciate it."

After a short conversation, the chie village then left Euron and went to the forest.

"Few hours later."

Euron stood by the fence, gazing at his majestic white horse. Its mane flowed like glistening silver and its eyes sparkled with a wisdom only the creature possessed. Every time Euron looked at his faithful companion, he felt a surge of pride and gratitude.

With his horse Euron was heading to the nearest city to buy something for his journey later.