The elf’s pant legs made a whoosh sound as he paced back and forth angrily. Curse those vampires! He thought. How dare they mess with us! He thought and thought of some sort of pay back. He quietly growled at the imagens of the group of vampiros dedicated to hunting humans who are called, ‘The Golden Nighthawks’. Many forms of torture came, and one seemed the cruelest.
Then, he thought of a way to torture the King and Queen. An evil smirk came across his face.
“Yes, that shall do. Quite nicely, I’ll add,” He told himself. He casually strolled out of his início and towards the palace in L’Carou, capital city of the elves.
It sat upon a pure white cloud, but to the ground below, it looked like a normal cloud. It was forever in sunlight; the elves loved the sun, and rarely slept. The moon drained their arcane powers.
Shops were on all sides as he continued his four mile walk. The shops were a huge variety of what they were. Flower, clothes, magical items, books, food, and many other types were among them. Shop-keepers waved to him, and he tried to smile, but grief wouldn’t allow him to. Elves went on about their business. All had the same features-none under seven feet tall, narrow faces, blue-glowing eyes, and pointed ears.
It just made him mais determined and vengeful.
He came upon the looming palace; he smoothed his flame red hair, and then attempted to get in. An esmeralda green shield bashed into his chest.
“Halt!” The guard shouted. “What business do you have?”
“I have a proposal for All High King Draeis,” He managed to say; the wind was knocked out of him.
“If it involves the Prince or Princess, don’t waste your time.”
“No, it involves those scoundrels, the vampires.”
The guards face slightly lost its well kept glare. “Very well. Speak to the elf clothed in navy blue robes; she shall request an audience for you with the All Highs.”
The elf thanked the guard and walked into the grand palace. Its walls were golden, with green cloth, with a bright yellow sun on it, the elven flag, in various places. Off towards the right was a large golden door. It took a little while, but he opened it and walked through.
An elven woman clothed in navy blue robes sat in a chair, with her feet on a foot stool. Her hair was a dirty blond. She had her eyes closed, but a slightest bit of the blue glow shined through, indicating she was awake, just resting. He walked towards her.
“I request an audience with the All Highs,” He stated clearly.
She opened her eyes and almost glared. “Your name?” she asked in a bored and partially angry tone.
“Frecalian.”
` “What is your meeting going to be about?”
“The horrid vampires.”
“Please wait here, Mr. Frecalian.” She got up, reluctantly, and walked through the doors behind her.
He waited patiently until five minutos later; she came out and held the door open. “Audience granted,” She told him as he sauntered by.
He kneeled before the All High King Draeis and All High queen Slavai. “Rise,” The king commanded in a powerful tone. Frecalian obeyed. “What is your proposal?”
He had black dress pants on with a forest green shirt. He had brown hair that was messy. He had fair skin. His crown was made of wood, and had branches for spikes. The trono was a pure gold, decorated with topazes.
Slavai had on esmeralda dress and on the ends had actual emeralds on lace. The renda, rendas, laço was at the very bottom and at the end of her sleeves. The tiara on her head was perfectly smooth branches covered por leaves. Her long, auburn hair was all together draped over her shoulder, it went to her waist. Her trono was pure silver, decorated with very shiny diamonds.
“Pay back. Surely you have heard of the vampiros who took the elf, who happened to be my wife, hostage thinking she was a human? Then… Then killed her for her blood? And knocked the other elves out, who were guards?”
“Of course. We have been trying to invent a form of repayment for their revolting deed,” Slavai replied.
“I have thought of a way to retaliate. It will not only strike at the Golden Nighthawks,” he smirked, “but the entire population. Especially, the King and Queen.”
The royals’ eyes glowed brighter, indicating excitement. “Yes?” Draeis asked.
“What is it? Certainly you must tell us, we cannot approve a plan that we don’t know what it is,” Slavai explained.
“Alright, this is my plan,” Frecalian told them.
Then, he thought of a way to torture the King and Queen. An evil smirk came across his face.
“Yes, that shall do. Quite nicely, I’ll add,” He told himself. He casually strolled out of his início and towards the palace in L’Carou, capital city of the elves.
It sat upon a pure white cloud, but to the ground below, it looked like a normal cloud. It was forever in sunlight; the elves loved the sun, and rarely slept. The moon drained their arcane powers.
Shops were on all sides as he continued his four mile walk. The shops were a huge variety of what they were. Flower, clothes, magical items, books, food, and many other types were among them. Shop-keepers waved to him, and he tried to smile, but grief wouldn’t allow him to. Elves went on about their business. All had the same features-none under seven feet tall, narrow faces, blue-glowing eyes, and pointed ears.
It just made him mais determined and vengeful.
He came upon the looming palace; he smoothed his flame red hair, and then attempted to get in. An esmeralda green shield bashed into his chest.
“Halt!” The guard shouted. “What business do you have?”
“I have a proposal for All High King Draeis,” He managed to say; the wind was knocked out of him.
“If it involves the Prince or Princess, don’t waste your time.”
“No, it involves those scoundrels, the vampires.”
The guards face slightly lost its well kept glare. “Very well. Speak to the elf clothed in navy blue robes; she shall request an audience for you with the All Highs.”
The elf thanked the guard and walked into the grand palace. Its walls were golden, with green cloth, with a bright yellow sun on it, the elven flag, in various places. Off towards the right was a large golden door. It took a little while, but he opened it and walked through.
An elven woman clothed in navy blue robes sat in a chair, with her feet on a foot stool. Her hair was a dirty blond. She had her eyes closed, but a slightest bit of the blue glow shined through, indicating she was awake, just resting. He walked towards her.
“I request an audience with the All Highs,” He stated clearly.
She opened her eyes and almost glared. “Your name?” she asked in a bored and partially angry tone.
“Frecalian.”
` “What is your meeting going to be about?”
“The horrid vampires.”
“Please wait here, Mr. Frecalian.” She got up, reluctantly, and walked through the doors behind her.
He waited patiently until five minutos later; she came out and held the door open. “Audience granted,” She told him as he sauntered by.
He kneeled before the All High King Draeis and All High queen Slavai. “Rise,” The king commanded in a powerful tone. Frecalian obeyed. “What is your proposal?”
He had black dress pants on with a forest green shirt. He had brown hair that was messy. He had fair skin. His crown was made of wood, and had branches for spikes. The trono was a pure gold, decorated with topazes.
Slavai had on esmeralda dress and on the ends had actual emeralds on lace. The renda, rendas, laço was at the very bottom and at the end of her sleeves. The tiara on her head was perfectly smooth branches covered por leaves. Her long, auburn hair was all together draped over her shoulder, it went to her waist. Her trono was pure silver, decorated with very shiny diamonds.
“Pay back. Surely you have heard of the vampiros who took the elf, who happened to be my wife, hostage thinking she was a human? Then… Then killed her for her blood? And knocked the other elves out, who were guards?”
“Of course. We have been trying to invent a form of repayment for their revolting deed,” Slavai replied.
“I have thought of a way to retaliate. It will not only strike at the Golden Nighthawks,” he smirked, “but the entire population. Especially, the King and Queen.”
The royals’ eyes glowed brighter, indicating excitement. “Yes?” Draeis asked.
“What is it? Certainly you must tell us, we cannot approve a plan that we don’t know what it is,” Slavai explained.
“Alright, this is my plan,” Frecalian told them.