† Monday, December 8, 2008
It was over in a heartbeat.
The dark elves lay dead or dying, as their cousins emerged, as if through the trees into the open.
As one of the wood elves bent curiously to examine his aim, one can note immediately the physical differences of the elves.
That is, none.
Apart from the dark colors and masses of trinkets the dark elves favoured, they looked exactly like their cousins, who preferred more subtle colors and dressed plainly.
Pulling his arrow out from the unfortunate's heart, the wood elve started to wipe the long arrowhead and shaft clean. A smaller wood elve with unruly brown hair suddenly appeared beside him.
"Aamer, do we spare them or..."
Suddenly both of them looked up and notched their arrows, equally disturbed by a sudden gathering power they can't see.
All around the corpses, the wood elves straightened as one, bow at the ready, but with no targets in sight.
No one moved, the normal sounds of the forests had ceased gently, while the sun beat down ironically upon the tension in the area.
The wood elve named Aamer turned abruptly to his right and released his arrow a fraction faster than the rest of the wood elves.
There was no sound of arrows hitting their targets, only the brief twangs of the bowstrings and the arrows making their path.
The arrows floated in the distance, as if impeded by a grip on their shafts, not strong enough to stop it but enough to halt the arrows.
The wood elves fired again and again, their faces betraying their frustration and confusion, as arrow after arrow joined the rest, just hanging lazily in the air.
Then they saw her.
Between the spaces of the mass of arrows, they could see a small girl walking into view, with a pair of dogs at her sides.
She had long, flowing white hair, and wore a pure black dress that covered her hands and dragged along behind her.
It was the pure colors, the pure white and the pure black that surprised the wood elves; never had they seen such pure colors, unblemished and untainted.
The dogs leapt in front of her, one was a huge golden brute while the other was ridiculously small and white.
The girl stopped.
The wood elves held their breath.
They could feel the power emitting from her, so strong now that she was so near that they had to struggle to breath.
The arrows fell abruptly, as the dogs turned to face one another.
As the arrows fell, the wood elves could glimpse momentarily as the dogs changed into wolves, now equally big, bigger than the girl, but still keeping their own colors.
As the wolves leaped and lunged at each other, all the wood elves saw different images flashing in their eyes.
Aamer saw people that were not elves, but very similiar. He saw the different skin tones of the people, and the differences in build among them.
His eyes were starting to burn, and his screams joined those of his brethen now forced to their knees with pain.
Some started to convulse violently, while others screamed endlessly.
In a final act of desperation and madness, Aamer dug his fingers into his eyes and ripped them from their sockets.
The pain ceased immediately and he collapsed, weak with relieve.
The screams pitched around him, and he covered his ears, slick with his own blood.
Suddenly, the screams stopped.
Right at the peak, they seized abruptly.
Aamer slowly begun to recover from his madness, and realised what he had just did.
He could sense the girl, with her power now abated, moving towards him.
Aamer groaned as the pain set in, but still he pushed himself away, his bloodied hands scrambling behind him looking for more ground to pull.
He stopped when he felt the power suddenly behind him.
Only the sounds of a wolf panting and whining could be heard.
Aamer could still feel the sun beating down on his face, and a slight breeze picking up.
The last thing he felt was two small hands on his face, and the coolness they gave, as he surrendered, overwhelmed, and slumped onto the ground.
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This was the posture Aamer was found in, slumped.
All the wood elves who had stumbled upon their grisly discovery could feel Aamer's spirit was broken.
His empty sockets appeared healed, although his eyes lay a short distance away, still bloody.
Only the corpses of wood elves littered the area, most with their mouths torn open, some with deep gouges on their faces where the fingers had dug in.
Other than that, the bodies were untouched, and the wood elves couldn't feel any magic or power that could have killed their brethen in such agony.
It has started. Which wolve had won, would determine the victors of the world.
snippets . @ 10:33 AM
