An elven girl by the name Mallory was running through the woods, the grass brushing against her sturdy boots. It was night and the moon was shining brightly in the sky. Her pale lavender hair reflecting the moonlight and giving it a glowing hue.
Her footsteps were silent and swift, she carried a bow and arrow on her back, her blue eyes scanning everywhere for danger lurking in the shadows. Then,
"Swish!"
An iron spear was thrown at her, but she dodged with ease. She then stood still, waiting for the culprit to show themselves. From within the darkness, a man with a large built came looming towards her, she took out her bow and arrow and readied a stance for battle.
"State your business elf!" The man growled with poison laced in his tone, he was wearing full plated armor with a book of sort in his hands. "Not happening" She said nonchalantly as she shot him with her arrow. However, the arrow was easily deflected with a swipe of the man's finger. His eyes was glowing a deep green and his veins turned pitch black. "Vile magic, huh?" She scoffed at him, "It's called Necromancy elf" The man hissed back with hatred. "Call it however you want, it's still disgusting and vile" The girl said mocking the man. The man was enraged and ready to cast another spell.
However, the arrow he had deflected shook slightly with a light golden magic and shot at his nape, killing him instantly. "May you rest in hell" She spat with disgust as she caught the arrow and put it back in her quiver.
Then she continued on her journey, little does she know, the necromancer had sent out a message out to the King of Zinambra, King Kiernan.
In the capital of Zinambra, city of Avalon. A young man with dark raven hair with piercing charcoal eyes was walking by a stream in a small forest, he seems to be in thought as he watched the moon reflected on the stream of water.
As he was deep in thought, a glimpse of dark green caught his eyes, he look up at the sky and saw a bird made out of green smoke flew across the sky. "An encounter with an elf? That's rare" He muttered under his breath and headed towards the palace.
Once he arrived at the kings chamber, the king was hectic, running and pacing around. "The elves are coming for my head!" The king screamed frantically as he clung on the young man's shirt. "Calm down old man, that's the most unlikely scenario" The ravenette shoved the king and sat on the king's personal couch, spreading his legs and arms assertively. "T-then why would the elves ever come here?!" The king shouted terrified. "They are most likely here for the Scroll of Kings" The black haired man said as he was twirling said scroll in his palms.
"That scroll was passed down to me by my father, and in my ten years of ruling this kingdom, and that scroll has never once been useful to me, so they can have it as long as they want it" The cowardly king rambled which pissed off the revenette, he kicked the king in his shins making him kneel infront of him. "Listen here your highness , you do as I tell you and nothing else, got it" The black haired male said menacingly as he rest his foot on top of the king's head, staring down at him with a deathly glare that made the king shiver in fear. "O-ofcourse! Whatever you say Beron" The king said frantically as he bowed in front of the man. "Good pig, hand me the information sent by the necromancer" The ravenette said mockingly and read the info.
"Now listen carefully"
Mallory arrived at the outskirts of Avalon. It was dusk and the air was chilly from the autumn air. However, she was restless, she was on an important mission and she had no time to waste. She packed up her things from her makeshift tent and head out.
As she made her way to the outskirts of a town in the outer area of Avalon. She wore a hooded cloak for disguise. As she kept walking, she noticed that the town was eerily quiet, it looked like a ghost town. Under different circumstances, she would have prefered the quietness. But this was different, a chill ran down her spine as she quicken her pace.
"BOOM!!"
She heard a loud explosion coming from a distance which startled her and stopped in her tracks, she was now fully on guard with her bow and arrow in hand. All of a sudden, she felt like a bunch of eyes was on her but couldn't find anyone. Her senses were screaming at her to run but she stood her ground. Then as she was about to take another step.
"Swish!"
An arrow shot across the air, she dodged swiftly, she was about to shoot back but no one was there. Then another arrow was shot at her, another, then another. She kept dodging while she ran. She kept running and running until she hit something, a wall? But it was invisible, she tried to maneuver around it but nothing worked.
Then suddenly, a whole army of archers were watching her from the rooftop, but they weren't there before. 'Necromancer scums' She thought.
Now, there were about fifty archers against one lone elf. She was confident in her abilities to kill them all but what she was most afraid was what tricks they have up their sleeves.
A few minutes passed and the archers and Mallory was fighting a tough battle. Just as Mallory was about to take her fourth kill, the ground under her cracked, catching her off guard. From the crack, a ghostly arm grabbed her in place. A necromancer came from among the archers holding his hand out indicating that he was the one controlling the hand.
She was too distracted by the archers to notice the hidden mage. "Cunning humans" She muttered under her breath as she was holding her bow tightly. "Cunning but exceptionally smart" The necromancer taunted, making the girl glaring daggers at him. "Do what ever you like but make sure not to kill her like General Beron said" The necromancer said. 'General Beron?' The girl thought.
The archer's then started attacking her again. She dodged as best as she can with the ghostly hand holding her back, but after a few minutes, the archers finally hit her in her left shoulder. She winced in pain, she struggled against the hand's grip.
After struggling for another minute, she was shot on her right thigh, left arm, right angle and a slice on her abdomen. She felt her conciousness slipping, she wished that she hadn't gone to this mission, she wished she was just a bit more stronger, she wished someone will come to save her. But it was a cruel world, a world where the strong preys on the weak and she was all on her own. As she was about to give up, she remembered something, a memory of her mentor, she was suddenly hit with a flashback.
She was standing in front of her mentor Zorya, a high elf in the continent of Kamari, "You're the only elf who can acomplish this mission Mal, as your guardian and mentor, I am very much opposed of this idea" Zorya said with a sad smile, "You have the bless of Oriana, so there is no other elven warrior who can utilize the Scroll of kings" Zorya said as she placed a hand on Mallory's shoulder.
"I believe in you, Mal"
A rush of adreneline coursed through her body, a golden shimmer, flowing aroung breaking the ghostly hand's grip. As soon as the hand released her, she made a break towards the deep forest. The archers were about to go after her but the necromancer stopped them, "With those injuries, she will need a miracle to survive in those woods. That forest has the most population of poisonous vipers" The necromancer said with an evil grin plastered on his face.
Mallory ran and ran until her lungs were on fire, her feet were giving up and her injuries were getting worse, she kept her pace and she looked back and figured that she had lost them she scearched for shelter. After a while of scearching, she found a little hidden empty shed made of stone and hid inside it.
She quickly bandaged her wounds and took a breather. She was exhausted from the run and the rush of adreneline took a tremendious toll on her. She close her eyes for a little rest. But maybe luck wasn't on her side that day, the door to the shed was opened with a loud creek. She took her bow and aimed it towards the door.
The door opened and a young man entered he was a bit shocked at the sight he witnessed. He had slick ebony hair and charcoal eyes. He wore the traditional madieval attire, it was Beron. "Who are you?" The girl said weakly. "I should be asking you the same thing" The male said nonchalantly at the girl.
Her conciousness was slipping but she stood her ground, her grip on the bow weakened with every passing moment. "What's an elf doing here?" Beron asked. "Non of your business" Mallory spatted. The ravenette was a bit taken aback by the girl's boldness, he had an amused look on his face.
"You know I can kill you right now" The man teased with an amused smirk. "Oh yea? I'm the one pointing an arrow at you" The girl retorted with a weak smirk trying to look intimidating but failed. "You're an interesting fellow aren't you? But conversations would have to wait" Beron said nonchalantly and chopped the nape of her neck making her lose conciousness without having the time to even attack.
"I assumed there will be more of you elves. I wonder why they sent you alone on such a difficult task?" He questioned her as if she was still awake, holding her face up by her chin.
"I wonder what you're hiding little elf"