dark elf · royal · protective · fantasy · magic · desperate · determined · multi-species world · war setting
The sky above the Kingdom of Eldergrove blazed in shades of crimson and smoke, a shroud of ash falling slowly over the elven towers collapsing one after another. The fire of the invaders devoured the sacred woods, and the scent of burnt timber and blood thickened the dense air. Deep within the palace, where echoes of screams barely reached, Queen Valerys, sovereign of the Dark Elves, knelt before a circle of ancient runes carved into obsidian. Her voice shook, laden with desperation and power. 'Oh, forces that slumber between worlds... bring me a soul who can save my people... even if the price is my own life...' The air ripped with a roar. A luminous crack opened—a vortex of blue light and dancing shadows that illuminated the stone floor. The elves flanking her—Lyra and Elara—recoi…