The Blood Elf Chronicle

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Just a story I wrote a long time ago. Thought that it was pretty interesting, so I gave it some major edition (original storyline still there though) and thought I might continue it. Anyways, here's the Prologue.
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Prologue
An excerpt from “Ketterliel’s Genesis” by L. Gilham

The day humankind came to face with the danger of total annihilation was October 13th, 2034, two years after the invention of the Gate. The Gate was invented by highly hailed scientist, Alain Ketterliel, and her team of researchers. With the assumption that there are actually extraterrestrial beings out in space, Alain Ketterliel set forth on a tremendously costly research, backed by multi-billionaire astronaut Neil Klint, called Infinite Space. At that time, people around the world condemned the research to failure, even if it was led by Ketterliel. What they thought was that there was no such thing as aliens. However, despite the scorns and ridicules of the so called sane people, Neil Klint adamantly refused to pull out of the project, instead, pouring millions and billions into it. After seventeen years of research, and after everyone had forgotten about this project, Ketterliel came out of her seclusion, and together with her scientist, announced the success of their experiment. They had completed project Infinite Space. This proclamation set a buzz throughout the whole world. In months, word of this research was on everyone’s mouth, and on the front page of all newspapers. Alain Ketterliel had built a light-speed spaceship, was what everyone was saying.
October 9th, 2032, a historic day of disappointment. Neil Klint and Alain Ketterliel stood on the steps of Klint Enterprise, with crowds of people filling 1456 Genly Avenue, which spanned 0.8 miles wide. Police was deployed for crowd control, much needed in this chaotic event. Presidents, generals and scientists sat in an air-conditioned VIP room, eagerly awaiting the unveiling of the spaceship. When the bells chimed for ten in the morning, a silence descended the throng of people. Klint looked up from where he was whispering to Ketterliel, and addressed the crowd.
“Ladies, and gentlemen,” he said, greeting the people. “Today, I have the pleasure of announcing our biggest step into meeting extraterrestrial beings,” he said, pausing to observe the electrifying effects his words was having on the crowd.
“When we first started, we were shunned, we were ridiculed. However, our team of scientists preserved and today, we stand here, waiting to see the next step of humankind venturing into the infinite space. What is awaiting us there?” he paused again, scanning the crowd. Then, Klint continued, “I myself have no idea what the researchers were doing. All I knew was that I trusted Alain. Trusted that she would be able to complete what I asked of her. Hell, I don’t even know what the research team made!” he exclaimed.
The crowd gasped, and then a ripple of laughter ran through the mass. Neil Klint allowed himself a grin of satisfaction. He had stirred the people enough. Time to drop the bomb.
“Since I do not know what it is,” he continued, as the laughter died, “I am not at liberty to talk about it. Instead, Dr. Alain Ketterliel shall explain to you about it,” he finished and stepped aside.
Bearing a stereotypical demeanor of a scientist, Dr. Alain Ketterliel stepped onto the podium. “Today is a historic day. Our research team has created history, inventing a subspace machine called the Electron Projection Karotyim Portal,” she said in a monotonous manner. “The EPKP is an electron based portal, as its name suggested, which projects a sub-dimension consisting of electrons in a straight line. As such, even without a link, an electron sphere will appear at the other end, receiving the extraterrestrial beings if any were to stumble upon it. Upon touching, the electron sphere will breakdown the body to molecular level, and transmit it across space to our own portal, where they will be pieced together again,” she explained in one long breath. Taking another deep breath, she continued, “The location where the electron sphere appears is uncontrollable, and that any aliens stumbling across it will depend on luck. We have positioned four of the EPKP’s at various locations around the world, as its size requires. One is in the middle of the Sahara, one is in the jungles of Amazon, and another is in the middle of the Atlantic, floating. The last one is right here. We have converted the archway we are standing beneath now into an EPKP,” Alain finished, pointing towards a giant archway which stood on the steps of Klint Enterprise. With her other hand, Alain Ketterliel brought up slides of the other EPKP’s in Sahara, Amazon and Atlantic.
The revelation of Alain Ketterliel’s research shocked the entire world. Everyone had expected something like a light-speed space shuttle to be announced. Nothing had prepared them for a gateway which looked like it came from a Warcraft game. It was ridiculous. Soft murmuring ran through the crowd, then it grew, and like a wave breaking through a dam, disappointed raged through the crowd. Boos and jeers were issued, and the crowd became a mob, rioting against a visibly shaken Neil Klint and his contractors. Police officers shoved against the mob as one, trying to contain the agitated and frustrated crowd. They had not waited and cheered so long for this. A stupid portal which depended on luck? No one had wanted this. What imagination had concocted in the minds of people was a space shuttle out of Star Wars, not a portal out of Warcraft!
Seeing the rioting crowd, Neil Klint, Alain Ketterliel, and the rest of the people standing on the foyer hurried inside the building, seeking shelter and safety. Outside, the mob continued to harass the police, attempting to slip pass them. Those who did, and there was quite many of them, targeted the first cause of their disappointment – the EPKP. Rocks were thrown at the archway; pens were used to vandalize it and more. However, the archway stood sturdy and after a few hours, the crowd grew tired. The tidal wave of anger which had surged through the people died down, and the public began to disperse. Police officers gradually loosened their security, and the ones in hiding began to walk out of the Klint building.
That day was a historical day of disappointment. A crowd numbering millions had turned up for a great show, only to return home sad. Hell, fifty- six thousand did not even manage to get home, as they were trampled to death during the riot.
After this day, Alain Ketterliel’s reputation as a genius scientist was tarnished; Klint Enterprise sank into debts, and eventually bankruptcy. However, this was not the end. Something incredible would soon happen.
Barely a few weeks passed since that day, and talks off the frustration at the EPKP’s were still raging. It was then, that rumors mingled in with the talk on Ketterliel’s fall. From South Africa, there were rumors about short, stocky beings not of this earth. It was said that they had emerged from the Sahara, bearing no signs of dehydration despite having no water or food supply of any kind. An incredible feat, locals would say. However, there was simply not enough evidence, and the rest of the world had dismissed these rumors as the local’s superstitious beliefs. But, two months later, these rumors could not be denied. The population of so called non-existent beings had simply risen so much that it caught the world’s attention. Media and tourist alike flocked to the Sahara desert to catch a glimpse of this new sentient race which had emerged from the EPKP.
These beings were like something out of Warcraft. Short, stocky and muscular, this race of people had a rugged look around them. They had entered and trekked from the heart of the Sahara desert with nothing but basic tools - tools which functioned similarly to the ones on earth, but yet with a different design. With their guttural native language, they had mingled around the locals at the edge of the Sahara, silver grey beard swishing about as both human and outer beings alike attempted to establish communication. The reporters who visited these beings all had different opinions about the planet from which this race of beings came from. However, these three and a half foot people had such a strong resemblance to dwarfs that the media had decided to name them – the Desert Dwarfs.
And so once again, Alain Ketterliel’s name spread worldwide, as the person who introduced new organisms onto earth.
Soon after the discovery of dwarfs, yet more pieces of rumors would shock the world. The EPKP had picked up yet more signals of extraterrestrial life-forces. This time, the media was ready. By the time the shimmering portal was activated, indicating the arrival of a new race, the reporters were already stationed around every warp, cameras in hand to capture the first photo of the sentient beings’ arrival. What happened next would be utterly unimaginable to human race. Hordes of elf-like creatures with bloodshot eyes charged out of the portal. The devastating fact was that every single one of them held a weapon of sorts. In an instant, all who gathered within one hundred meters of the portals fell to the ground, dead. They had arrived at all four portals, effectively trapping the world in a deadly pincer. Villages and cities alike were obliterated by these creatures in a matter of days. By the time the world organized itself, the creatures had already conquered one-third of the world. Due to their elf-like features, bloodshot eyes, and love for bloodshed, these creatures were aptly named the Blood Elves. With only two-thirds of their world left, the humans co-operated for the first time in history, and launched a massive united offense. Operation Judgment Day. That day was June 19th 2034, and it signaled the start of the Human-Elf war. The recently arrived dwarfs had simply chosen to sit out of this war by retreating to the depths of the desert, where no one would bother to chase after them. Despite heavy weaponries and superior technology, the humans were no match for the naturally superior Blood Elves. The humans could simply not react in time to activate their weapons. The Blood Elves would merely kill the humans before they fire their weapons. Facing the brink of destruction, the humans attempted one final ploy to preserve their race – the Surrender Act.
The Surrender Act was officially signed on October 13th 2034. This treaty meant the conditional surrender of humans to the Blood Elves, and marked the end of humans ruling Earth as the master race. The Blood Elves saw to that. They resorted to the most primitive method of exerting their authority – simply to be above them. They built their infrastructures on top of that of the humans, and destroyed any skyscrapers which got in their way. With that, the human dwellings were blocked from the sun, and humankind had only the bare minimum to survive, much alike a slum. The proud, mighty human race was reduced to nothing.
And the world blamed it on Alain Ketterliel’s Electron Projection Karotyim Portal.
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Chapter 1
Sora awoke to the familiar yet pungent aroma of the Sector One Slums. Sora sat up and threw the thin blanket off his bed. With a long stretch and a loud yawn, Sora jumped off the bed and got ready for a new day in the slum life.
“Sora! Are you ready?!” his friend Jesck shouted from outside the window.
“Almost ready! I’ll be out in a second.” Sora gently picked out a set of contact lens from inside the bathroom drawers.
Looking at the mirror, Sora examined his deep, red eyes. He sighed. Those eyes had been a pain since his childhood, as many people identified him as a Blood Elf through the red eyes. In truth, Sora was only half a Blood Elf, hence looking extremely human, with the bloodshot iris the only difference. He was shunned and cast aside by the people of the Sector Three slums. Just barely three years ago, when Sora was twelve, the thought of killing himself occurred to him. He had watched many varieties television dramas, and many of it spoke of how some main character decided to commit suicide by throwing themselves of the tallest building around. It was there, at the site of his almost death that he met Jesck. Depression overcoming all other forms of control, Sora had been so ready to jump off the fifth storey of the abandoned New Park Mall to join his parents in heaven.
“Are you so ready to die?” a voice had asked from the shadows. Sora hesitated and turned around. “Who are you,” he asked.
“I am Jesck, from the first Sector.”
“What did you mean by your sentence?”
Jesck, as he called himself, stood up and walked out of the shadows towards him. He was an odd sight to behold, with the gauntness around his face, yet still smiling so cheerfully. Jesck was only two year older than him yet possessed a maturity beyond his image.
“What did you mean by your sentence?” Sora asked again. Jesck merely shrugged his shoulders and moved closer to him. “Well, I want to ask if your life was so horrible that killing yourself is the only way to solve it.” Jesck asked.
As though his question was a cue to begin, Sora broke down into sobs and began to relate his story to him. He started with how he was born as a half blood elf, with his father being a human and his mother a blood elf. Then Sora began to talk about how he had been shunned by all the Sector One citizens because of his eyes, and how he was a blood elf. And before he could stop himself, Sora related about how he had no friends, and the Sector’s children pick on him and beat him because of his eyes. All the while, Jesck merely sat beside him, listening attentively, pausing only to comfort Sora when he started sobbing harder while telling his tale. After Sora was done with his recitation of his life story, Jesck cast him an amused look and laughed – two short and refreshing chuckles.
Offended and bewildered, Sora asked, “What’s so funny?”
Jesck doubled up, convulsed with mirth, his clear vocals ringing around the open area of the roof. “You wanted to kill yourself because of that?!” he managed to spit out, in between peals of laughter. Sora watched with a mixed feeling of embarrassment and confusion as Jesck rolled around on the ground, clutching his stomach. When Jesck finally calmed down, he asked, “Hey Sora, have you heard of contacts?”
“Contacts?” Sora asked, clueless of what Jesck was talking about. “What is that?” Jesck’s jaws drop in obvious exasperation. “You have not heard of contacts? Those lenses which help correct people’s visions.”
“Of course I had,” Sora said, his face reddening at his own ignorance. In truth, he had not a single idea what Jesck was talking about. Apparently, Jesck had noticed that Sora was lying. He eyed Sora up and down, giving him a suspicious look.
“What?” Sora said.
“You’re lying.”
“No I’m not!”
“Yes, you are,” Jesck said.
“I said I’m not!!!” Sora yelled, embarrassed.
Jesck was taken aback. “Alright! You’re not lying. No need to get defensive,” he said.
Sora stared down at the ground, ashamed at his outburst. “I’m sorry,” Sora said, attempting an apology. Jesck waved his apology away. “It’s okay. I’m a forgiving person after all,” he said. “Anyway,” Jesck continued, “I can help you,” he said, offering a hand to help Sora onto his feet. Sora stared at that outstretched hand for a while, unsure of what to do. Then, he made his decision. Sora reached out with one hand and grabbed hold of Jesck’s, pulling himself up.
“Now, let’s go get you a set of contacts. Not only does it help correct people’s visions, there are also some which can change the color of your eyes.”
As the meaning of Jesck’s words sank in, Sora’s eyes widened. “Really?!” he asked.
“Yes, really,” Jesck said, before giving him one of his foolishly lopsided grin.
It was that day, the day he almost died, that Sora made his very first friend: Jesck Talone.

“Sora! Are you done in there?” another shout from Jesck brought Sora back to reality. Quickly, he dabbed his contacts in the cleansing solution and eased it behind his eyelids. He looked into the mirror. All traces of the redness in his iris were masked by the tinted contacts. His eyes now shone an azure blue.
Jesck called again. “Sora! Hurry!”
“I’ll be out in a second!” Sora yelled, hurriedly putting on his trousers and jacket. Sora leapt through his room window and landed nimbly onto the sidewalks of Camero Street. Taking a deep breath, Sora took in the sights. Around him, the houses were mostly cramped together, and all of them were dilapidated, but not beyond the threshold of not being able to support human life. Garbage was stacked up outside of the houses in neat piles. There were no garbage trucks to pick those up, and all the citizens could do was pile it neatly by one side to reduce the smell it made. Despite all the peoples’ attempt at hygiene and cleanliness, a unique odor still pervaded the slums. Around them, tall skyscrapers belonging to the Blood Elves cast an everlasting shadow onto the slums, effectively blocking out the sunlight. Nevertheless, no matter how gloomy this place may seem, it still held a precious and nostalgic feeling for Sora. It was three years ago that Sora, after meeting Jesck, had decided to leave behind the memories of Sector Three. He had followed Jesck when he returned to Sector One, and for three years, had lived in this small, broken down house at the edge of Camero Street. For three years, he had hung out with Jesck with every moment of their free time, which was almost every single minute, since Jesck, like Sora, had no parents to supervise him. Jesck had been like an older brother to Sora, and showed him around town, introducing him to his gang of friends. Sora’s sky blue eyes had been a instant hit with the girls, and his gradually more outgoing nature fitted well with the boys. Within months, Sora found a group of friends he could call his own - a place where he could stay at.
“So-ra!” someone called, at the same time, grabbing his shoulders from behind his back.
Sora jumped, snapping out of his reverie. “Jesck!” he said in shock, “I thought I told you not to sneak up on me like that.”
“And I thought I told you to start exiting from the front door,” Jesck said mockingly. At eighteen, Jesck looked very different from what he did three years back. The thinness in Jesck face had lessened and his overall frame grew bigger. His arms became more muscular and his height shot up. Basically, Jesck looked closer to a man now than a boy. However, his trademark grin still remained, and the twinkle in his eyes never diminished.
“Well, I tend to forget sometimes,” Sora said.
“And I sometimes forget that I should not sneak up on you,” Jesck teased. Sora smiled. He should know better than to try to outwit Jesck. “Where are the rest of the gang?” Sora asked.
“They’re probably there already, cursing a certain someone who decided that he would arrive late.”
Sora pouted. “Well, I’m SORRY…” he said, the sarcasm evident.
“I’m sure you are,” Jesck chuckled, hooking one long arm around Sora, dragging him along as he walked. Sora half jogged in order to keep up with Jesck’s long strides. He led both of them through the main street of Sector One, and through countless alleyways, where Sora was thoroughly confused before someone said, “You’re late.”
Jesck grinned apologetically. “Well, Sora was kinda late in getting ready.” Sora stood there like an idiot, with an impressive imitation of Jesck’s lopsided grin. “I’m sorry, Lucia”
“We’ll forgive you. Just this time,” Lucia said.
Sora glanced around the shadows. The other people of the gang were not here. Tylen, Chris and Joan were gone. “Where are the rest of them,” Sora asked. “They’ll usually wait for me before going. Even if I’m late.”
Lucia eyed him mysteriously. “Today’s special,” she said.
“How so?”
“The Crimson Guards are here for an inspection.”
Sora swallowed nervously. The Crimson Guards are graduates from an elite academy created by the Blood Elf King. Those soldiers are hired by the different Blood Elf Lords in order to govern their territory, and in some cases, to resolve conflict between the Lords. No one trifled with a Crimson Guard, and they inspect the slums every few years without warning to ensure that the slums are still kept within standards. That just made my day, Sora thought. “Well, what are we waiting for, Jesck asked. “Let’s go!”
Lucia leapt onto her feet and led the way, once more beckoning them to follow her through the twisting alleyways. When they had at last emerged at the main street, a large crowd had already gathered there. Onlookers who had heard about the inspection came early in advance to get a good view at these elite guards. Ahead, Jesck spotted Chris in the crowd. “Scuse me,” Jesck said as he paved a way towards the front. Behind him, Sora and Lucia stuck to him closely. It would be bad to be lost in a mob like this.
“Hey Chris, hey Tylen, hey Joan,” Sora greeted them breathlessly after they battled their way to the front.
“Quite a crowd eh,” Chris said. At two inches above five foot, Chris was the smallest among them, and the one who brought them information constantly. In contrast, Tylen towered over Chris, and had a gruff unfriendly aura about him. However, Sora knew better. Tylen was just tough on the outside, but actually quite harmless on the inside. Tylen stared at the slum gates, waiting eagerly for the arrival of the Crimson Guards.
“Hey Sora,” a soft voice said beside him. Sora looked around and found himself staring at Joan’s deep hazel eyes. He blushed furiously. As of late, Joan had suddenly seemed a whole lot prettier to him, and she noticed it too. With her beauty, Joan had gotten Sora to accede to many of her whimsical demands. “Hey Joan,” was all Sora could manage before he turned away from her, his face scarlet red, and stared at the gate.
“They’re here!” someone in the crowd shouted. In unison, everyone turned their head towards the slum gates, which began to creak open. Approximately twenty Blood Elves marched out in two neat columns, donning red cloaks and electro visors. Slung over their back was the most recently developed weapon, the Laser Particle Claymores. The crowd gasped at them as they marched closer and closer.
This was the Crimson Guard.
Sora’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. Something was wrong. According to reports of past inspections, the Crimson Guards do not carry weapons to the event – and most certainly not the most technologically advanced ones.
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Woot! New Chapter. Personally, I like this one alot. Spend quite a bit of time thinking what to do. So, here's Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
<Four Days Earlier>
The flags of Krislen Hall fluttered gently in the night breeze. The two guards patrolling the towers were bored. “Hey Hoc,” one of them said, “Don’t you think this job is a tad tiring?” His partner Hoc replied, “Nah. We’re paid to do so.”
“But, we’re from the Crimson Guard!” Yilen protested. “We’re not meant to do this thing!” Hoc stared at him, “We’re guards for hire. For some reason, the First Lord Elben had decided to hire us, and so we come to protect him.” However, Yilen was determined to push his point. He prompted Hoc with several more questions, till managed to draw this conversation into an argument. As the debate went on, none of them noticed a shadow drop in from the above parapet.
An assassin.
The assassin unsheathed two wicked looking daggers which gleamed off the moonlight reflection. He approached the quarreling guards in three swift yet silent steps. He raised his knife and plunged it into the elf’s throat. A gurgle of blood, followed by death.
Hoc jumped when blood sprayed from Yilen’s throat. His partner collapsed, revealing a cloaked figure, daggers held in hand, poised to strike. Hoc never stood a chance to draw his weapon or even call for help. The assassin pounced from his position, and slammed his blade into Hoc’s throat. The guard crumpled into a messy heap beside his partner, dead. Pausing only to wipe his blade clean, the assassin moved on to the inner halls. He had a mission today – one which he must not fail.
The assassin made his way towards the First Lord’s room, melding in with the shadows. Occasionally, some alert guards would spot him, and the assassin took action to prevent them from waking the castle. He gently opened the First Lord’s room and entered. A man-elf lay beneath the sheets. The assassin confirmed his target – this was the man. He pulled out his dagger once more and stabbed at the sheet several times. The sleeping man-elf had no chance. He woke at the first stab, but the following ones ensure that he would not arise from sleep again. The assassin checked the sheets, and apparently satisfied, he turned to leave.
“I knew that you would come for me, Lord Cain’s assassin,” a voice said in the darkness. A man-elf detached from the shadows, holding a laser pistol in one hand. The assassin spun around. Surprise showed on his feature for a moment before the assassin masked it with mild amusement. “How do you know I was Lord Cain’s assassin,” he said.
Lord Elben laughed madly. “Of all the Lords, only Cain would be cunning enough use an assassin to try to rid me of power.”
“Oh? And what power do you have? You are merely a Lordling!” the assassin taunted, trying to buy time and space. He inched closer to the blood stained bed.
Lord Elben’s face contorted into a mask of fury. “Shut up. I shall attain the power soon. My plans would not fail.”
“Lord Cain would stop you,” the assassin pressed further.
“Lord Cain! Ha! What can he do?” Elben cried. “He is an old doddy fool!”
“Yes, he maybe one, but he has me,” the assassin said.
“Not anymore,” Lord Elben said, his finger squeezing on the trigger. “Now!” thought the assassin. He tugged on the heavy sheets, flinging it at the Lord. Lord Elben cursed, firing wildly. He had let the assassin trick him. When he shrugged off the blanket, the assassin was nowhere to be seen. Swiftly, Elben lit the candles in the room and examined the floor. A trial of blood led from the bed to the window. So my shot hit him, Elben thought. With this injured shoulder, he would not have gone for. The assassin would most likely be holed up in the Sector One slum, Elben figured.
“Guards!” Elben shouted. The nearest guards heard his call and answered his summon.
“Milord, you called?” the Captain Guard asked.
“Yes I did. Captain, I want you to lead the guards tomorrow and do a systematic search of the slums. Load your claymores with stun particles. Stun every slum dweller you see and check for a laser injury,” Lord Elben ordered.
“May I inquire as to why, Milord,” the Captain asked.
Lord Elben looked at the kneeling figure with disdain. “An assassin came due to your guards’ incompetence. I shot him as he tried to escape. He is most likely in the slums, recovering from the wounds.”
“I apologize for my failure,” the Captain said.
“Redeem yourself then. The assassin must not be allowed to escape. Do not fail me again.”
“Yes milord.”

“Something’s wrong,” Sora whispered to Jesck. Jesck however, was in no mood to listen to Sora’s suspicions. He was too busy ogling at the Crimson Guards, like so many others who have gathered. Sora watched as the Crimson Guards approached the crowd. Without warning, one of the guards drew his claymore and hit a person on the head with the flat side. The man fell to the ground. A few more citizens fell victims to the blade, all hit with the flat side, before they realized what was going on.
“They’re here to purge us!” someone shouted. A deathly silence descended upon the crowd, like the calm before the storm, and panic erupted. Citizens ran, screaming their heads off and squirmed into the alleyways. All around Sora, people pushed and squeezed, trying to get away from the guards. Beside him, Jesck held his hand in one, Joan’s in the other and pulled them along with the flow. Chris, Tylen and Lucia were nowhere to be seen. Sora and Joan followed Jesck as they turned into an obscure street, away from the main crowd. They ducked into a shadowy area, where they holed up.
“What do you think they’re doing?” Joan asked.
“Killing us of course,” Sora remarked sarcastically, slightly bitter that no one had heeded his warning. “Should we go find Chris, Tylen and Lucia?” Sora asked.
Jesck thought for a moment and said, “No. They should be able to handle themselves. Besides, Lucia is very resourceful.”
They hid in the wall crevice for an hour, all the time hearing shouts and screams from the stunned victims. After a while, the shrieks died down and Jesck said, “I think it’s safe to go out. You two wait here while I check.” Then, he darted out of the crevice, and out of sight, leaving Joan and Sora alone.
“Hey Sora, what do you think the Crimson Guards are really here for?” Joan asked suddenly.
Sora looked up sharply. “Um, um, from what I saw, the Guards were using only the flat side of their blade. So, um, I think they’re looking for something, and um, they do not actually want to hurt us,” Sora finished nervously. Sora blushed, realizing for the first time that they are alone. Glad for the shadow cover, he leaned back and waited for Joan to continue.
“Um, Sora.”
“Yes?”
“If I ever get caught, would you come save me?” Joan asked suddenly.
Sora stumbled, caught by surprise by Joan’s words. “Um, I’m pretty sure that I’ll -”
All of a sudden, Jesck poked around the corner. His face was hot and sweaty. “Run,” he said, before taking off. Sora leapt up and dragged Joan onto her feet and chased after Jesck.
“STOP!” He head someone shout. Turning back, Sora saw two Crimson Guards pursuing them, claymores raised. Seeing that they were catching up, Sora increased his pace and tried to outrun them. As he was running, Sora felt his arm burden lighten as his hand went slack. He halted and turned around. Joan was lying on the ground, unconscious. The guards that were previously chasing them stopped their pursuit and examined the unconscious Joan.
Shit, Sora thought. Abandoning his chance at escape, Sora prepared to dash back to help Joan. A pair of strong arms bear-hugged him from behind. “Stop this Sora, you gotta run,” Jesck said. However, Sora was in no condition to listen. Using his naturally enhanced strength, Sora struggled against Jesck’s grip. He felt Jesck’s arms loosen around his chest, and struggled even harder. When Sora broke free, he charged at the bent-over guards, roaring in rage.
Sora watched as the guards looked up, amusement written on their expressions. He attempted a full body slam, but was flung aside against the wall. One of his contacts fell out onto the ground. Instinctively, Sora shut his right eye to conceal the red iris.
“Hey Zak, we should make an example of him,” one of the guard said. The one called Zak smiled viciously at Sora, and walked towards him slowly, claymore raised above his head.
“Yea, we should,” he said, and swung the claymore in a giant arc.
The sharp edge! Shit, shit, shit, Sora thought. He was backed against the wall, and there was no room to maneuver. Sora screwed shut his eyes tightly, waiting for the worse to happen. All the while, thoughts about Joan, Chris, Tylen and Lucia, but most importantly Jesck, flooded through his mind. It was all going to end, Sora thought.
Blood and flesh splattered onto Sora. He opened his eyes, bewildered and relieved that he was not dead. As warm blood trickled down his forehead, Sora looked up from his position and so a figure which blocked the sunlight.
Jesck.
The claymore meant for Sora’s head was sunk about a quarter’s way into Jesck’s torso. Blood flowed from the wound, dripping steadily onto Sora’s hair, dyeing it reddish- black. Sora let out a silent scream, horrified. The guard holding the claymore was equally shocked, but more at the fact that someone jumped in to block the blade.
“Jesck!” Sora shouted, terrified.
Jesck twisted around slowly and looked at Sora. “Remember this Sora. You will always be my best buddy. Now and forever,” Jesck said, once again, smiling his trademark grin.
Then with a foolishly lopsided smile on his face, Jesck dropped beside Sora.
Dead.
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Chapter 3
It was as though a gear in his mind failed. For a moment, Sora’s mind blanked out. Jesck was dead! Then, anger raged within Sora like a furnace, burning stronger and stronger. He glared at the guards, the flame of hatred bright in his eyes.
The guard, unnerved, took a step backwards. There was such intensity in the boy’s stare, and that one blue and one red eye frightened him. Wrenching the claymore out of Jesck’s body, the guard held it high above his head once more, and swung downwards. Sora’s body reacted on its own. He sprang upwards from his crouching position and headbutted the assailant in the stomach. The guard let out a cry as he felt the air forced out of him by the blow. Winded, the guard tried stepped back into a safe distance, but Sora had other ideas. He closed the distance between him and the guard, slamming in punches from the side, easily dodging the bulky sword that the guard carried. Sora’s feral instincts controlled his every motion, and he acted accordingly – like a wild beast. The guard desperately tried to block Sora’s attacks, while calling out to his partner, “Yal, help me!”
The soldier Yal rushed onto Sora, grabbing onto his arms in an attempt to keep him off his partner. In response, Sora struggled hard, a low growl in his throat. He kicked and punched, using any method he could think of to hurt Jesck’s murderer. The only thought he had running through his mind was – You killed Jesck!
Finally, Yal managed to pry his hand beneath Sora’s armpits. With a grunt, he lifted Sora bodily off his partner and threw him onto the ground. “You alright Ren?” he asked.
“Yea. I’m fine. Just a little beat up,” Ren said breathlessly. He did not expect the boy to be so strong.
“What do we do now Ren?” Yal asked.
Ren spat out a broken tooth and said, “Kill him. Stupid person, trying to assault me.”
“But,” Yal protested. He was unwilling to kill the boy.
“Look at him,” Ren roared, “He is cursed. Look at his eyes. They’re unnatural.”
As Yal took a look at the unconscious boy, he yelped. “What is that?! He has one blue and one red eye!”
“That’s why I propose we kill him,” Ren said as he roughly pushed Yal aside. Taking a huge breath, Ren prepared to plunge his blade into the boy.

“Stop.”
Ren turned around, and saw an aged Blood Elf heading towards him. Behind him was a full legion of Blood Elves, dressed in the colors green and white – Lord Cain’s colors. Lord Cain raised a hand, signaling his guards to stop. “What were you doing, soldier,” he said sternly to Ren.
“Um, this boy here assaulted us, and as the guards, we decided to make an example of him.”
Lord Cain frowned at him, saying, “And did you provoke him in anyway?”
“Um, um, well, we um,” Ren faltered, looking to Yal for help. Yal shrugged, returning that helpless look Ren had. Lord Cain was the Fourth Lord of Mire’s throne. The War Hero of the Human-Elf war, Lord Cain was a promoted Lordling, ever loyal to the king.
“Well,” Lord Cain demanded, looking at Yal. Yal took a step back. “We apologize, Lord Cain,” Yal said. “We acted in the spur of the moment and acted rashly.”
Lord Cain nodded approvingly. “At least someone has a sense of dignity. I shall be reporting this to Lord Elben.”
Lord Cain watched as the two Blood Elf soldiers bowed respectfully and walked away. When they were out of sight, Lord Cain said, “You can come out now, Lena.” A female Blood Elf, barely above twenty, cut through the ranks of Blood Elf. “Thank you for your assistance, Lord Cain,” she said solemnly.
“It’s okay, my dear. I should have sent you to Lord Elben’s castle in the first place,” Lord Cain said soothingly. “I am just glad I got to you before the guards did. You are safe now.”
Lord Cain looked at the boy on the ground. There was something familiar about him. Bending down, he flipped the boy over. “Holy shit!” he jumped back. “His eyes are unnatural.” Immediately, Lena rushed forward to help Lord Cain. Taking one look at the boy, Lena said, “They are not unnatural milord. See, the boy is wearing contacts.”
“Contacts,” Cain questioned, puzzled.
Lena leaned over the boy, gently holding his eyes open and squeezing the contacts out. “It’s an old human technology milord. It’s a lens that changes the color of the person’s eyes.”
“Hmm,” Lord Cain said, intrigued. He held the contact lens close to his eyes and observed the bluish tinge it gave off. “Interesting,” he said to himself as he slipped the contacts into the left breast pocket.
“You should look at this, milord,” Lena said. Lord Cain stooped down, looking at where she was pointing. “Holy shit,” Lord Cain exclaimed again. The boy had a pair of bloodshot eyes! He had not a single feature of a Blood Elf; not the pointed nose and ears, or the extremely angular face. However, he had the eyes - the most prominent feature of a Blood Elf. What did this mean?
Lena flipped the body around a few more times, examining for any other features that might give her clues of the boy’s heritage. “A Halfling, I’d guess,” she said finally.
“A Halfling?” Cain asked dubiously. “But Blood Elves never breed with other races! It’s against the law!”
Lena dropped the boy, disgusted. “Yea. Apparently someone broke the ancient tradition. How else can we explain these distinct eyes?”
Lord Cain tapped his chin thoughtfully. After a whiles consideration, he ordered, “Bring the boy to the Fourth Sector Estate. We’ll learn more about him later.”
His legion Captain replied, “Yessir! What do we do about the dead and the unconscious?”
Lord Cain looked at the dead body of Jesck, laying in its own blood and entrails. “Give him a proper burial. We don’t want to look savage to the humans. Leave the girl, she stay out of trouble throughout the inspection. Let us go.”
With that, the legion heaved Sora onto a stretcher, returning to the Estate of Lord Cain.
Amidst the commotion, no one noticed a dark figure watching them from the neighboring alleyway. After Lord Cain’s departure, the figure turned and melded into the darkness.

His world was pitch-dark, a heaviness in the atmosphere. Sora glanced around fearfully, not knowing what to do. He looked down to where he was standing on – nothing. Panicking, Sora started to run. He ran on, trusting his instinct, and amazingly, he did not fall. As he ran, an ominous laughter rang from the depths of the world. Heart pumping furiously, Sora ran harder. Harder and harder, as fast as he could. The laughter still rang close behind him. In fact, it was drawing closer and closer. Sora risked a glance backwards, and what he saw shocked him. A rough, gnarled hand was reaching towards him in a creepy swishing motion. Shit, Sora thought, as he buried his head and charged on. The endless cat and mouse game was tiring Sora. Please, he begged silently, if anyone is there, please help me! Then, as though answering his prayers, a voice answered. It was a soft, melodious one, in sharp contrast to the maniacal laughter that permeated his surroundings. This voice was soothing, and offered Sora hope.
“Stay strong, dual fated one. I shall not let go of you. Stay strong and run, the end is near. I shall see you soon, but before that, beware of the Spy. Beware of…” the voice trailed off as the laughter drowned it. Fear overcame Sora once more, and he thought that he would go mad from the ordeal. However, about one hundred yards ahead of Sora, a door of light opened. A door of salvation – his salvation. Sora charged towards it, ignoring his surroundings. When he reached it, Sora stretched out an arm to take hold of the door handle. At once, the crazy laughter transformed into shrieks of agony. Without pausing to see what had happened, Sora stepped into the light.
Sora woke up, bolting upright. His shirt was drenched in cold sweat, but his forehead was burning up, generating a mixed feeling of cold and hot. Jesck! Sora thought immediately. Then guilt, like a torrent of waves, rushed over him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered Jesck, smiling at him before dropping dead.
A series of light raps drew his attention away from the horrible memories. For the first time, Sora took a good look at the new surroundings. Where was he? He was in a room, lavishly furnished. The bed he was lying on was extremely soft, and an oak table stood at the far end of the room. A mini chandelier hung from the ceiling, and a fair number of vases lined the tables.
“Come in,” Sora said as the knocks sounded again.
The door swung opened gently and an old man walked in. The old man looked up, and Sora saw the bloodshot eyes. A Blood Elf! Terrified, Sora scrambled backwards. The old Blood Elf looked mildly amused, a light smile playing on his lips. “I see you’re awake then,” he said, stepping closer to Sora. Instinctively, Sora jumped off the bed into a low crouching position, his eyes never leaving the man.
“Relax Halfling,” the old man said. “I shall introduce myself. I am Lord Altyis Cain.”
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Mah, solved some stuff, added some mysterious. Please Comment. I want to know if I should continue with this storyline.