Genesis
01-04-2008, 00:12
i wrote this fan fic a few years back and never got to finishing it..well i found it suddenly on my desktop today and thought to post it here:)
Demetar was once a trusted member of the white elf and high elf community. But, when he was 50 years old he went out hunting for some food for he was graduating from the Fighter academy and heading toward studding as a wizard so he wanted to prove his skills to the community. He took the two blades of the ancients (Scimitars) and looked for something that can gain him respect. As he was walking through the forest he came up to a white dragon hatchling...and knew that will gain him respect! He charged the dragon and fought it till he killed it. As he was skinning the dragon he accidentally cut himself with the blood of the dragon still wet on the blades. He knew since then that he had to hide his secret. As he reached the age of 120 though something horrible happened. He was practicing with his powers when a small child came in and he was so surprised that he accidentally sent a massive dragon fire on him or her he can't remember. So then he was sent to death but he was allowed to keep his weapons since an elf about to die has to keep his inheritance. One night before his sentence the town leader freed him but he also put the curse that he will become a dark elf and loose his ability to use his dragon powers. So he went to the only kingdom he knew about. The Kingdom Of Moonlight where can find an antidote for this and now he is here!
Demetar knew that he was getting close to the kingdom but how will he be able to get in. No one will ever let a dark elf go in to a populated area. Maybe he will be able to jump and kill.......no he has to stay away from killing anyone till he knows how to control himself. A little while after he saw the kingdom he was amazed. It was huge but still much smaller that any dark elf or high elf kingdom. From what he could tell in the middle of the kingdom was a great citadel (castle) where the mistress must live. He covered his head with his cloak and started running toward the gate.
When he reached the gate he heard one of the guards shout.” Halt, who goes there?" Demetar didn't know what to answer but just stayed quiet. The guard though shouted again, "Answer, or leave this place.
Without looking up he answered to the guard, "I'm here looking for some herbs for a sickness my family has, they will die without them." The guard looked at Demetar but he was still looking at the gate.
"Okay, open the gate for him."
Demetar heard the churning of great wheels and the gate slowly creaked open. He walked into the kingdom not saying anything.
"Now where will I find my cure?!" he asked himself. He started walking aimlessly around the Bazaar of the kingdom and after awhile he felt great pain. And only one thing could bring up that kind of pain. The beast. He couldn't help it he started running away from the people afraid he might hurt them and went into an alleyway. When he got there he quickly fell unconscious. He woke up what seemed days later and walked out the alley the morning sun stung his eyes but he knew no one will be out yet. He started looking around for an inn when he heard a scream. He ran toward the source of the scream and found two thugs beating down a city guard. Demetar in a second flashed out his blades and ran toward the two thugs. The two looked up and saw the elf running toward them. They took out their knives but they were to slow for an elf. Demetar jumped behind them and stabbed them both in the back. Before the human could even say "thank you" Demetar quickly ran away leaving the human and the two dead thugs behind.
"More death, more death to satisfy my dark elf for I have again shed the blood of a race!" Demetar fell to his knees tired from all that just happened. He looked up and to his luck he saw an inn. He walked toward it to get a good rest. "Soon the beast will control me"............
Demetar looked out his inn window and looked at the darkened streets of the kingdom. After awhile he gazed over the kingdom's forest. Using his elf vision he could even see the smallest rabbit hop out a bush. After a little while of the forest he went back to looking at the kingdom. Far away he could hear a voice….a girl’s voice…casting spells. Although Demetar new almost every language out there in the two kingdoms he couldn’t decipher what she was saying. He listened a little longer and then he heard the scream of two people as if they were being stabbed. Maybe it was the spell the girl conjured. He jumped down the window and ran through the alleyways following the screams when they abruptly stopped. He thought that the girl had killed them. He now started running in inhuman speed through the kingdom when he reached the unknown spot. He spotted the girl and she had a river of blood coming from her side.
“She must of overworked herself….” Demetar whispered to himself.
He started to take a few steps toward the injured body when he saw a man come. He crouched over the girl for awhile and then lifted her up and took her away. Demetar took hold of his blade’s hilts and started following the man as silent as a shadow. He followed the man till he entered through a door and disappeared. Demetar took a few steps toward the door sat down and started humming to himself waiting till someone went out the “place” as Demetar called it….
Demetar stood up knowing nothing interesting will happen and slowly disappeared into the shadows. He was on his way back to the inn when he noticed a blood trail. He crouched low and sniffed the blood. He started following the trial when he came up to a body. He crouched low and flipped the body over. Great gashes were on his chest and he was surely dead. Demetar could feel his beast boiling inside him. He had to kill who ever did this. He stood up so quickly any normal human will have to slow time to see him. He flashed out his blades and started walking the way he thought the killer went. He switched his vision to infrared looking for any sign of warm blood. After awhile of looking around he found a drop trail of blood. He guessed the person used a sharpened club. He started following the trial when he met a dead and. He started looking around more when he guessed the killer must of went up. Demetar took a great leap up and landed softly on top the rooftop. Then when he looked around he saw a body of a person. He crouched low and went silently toward the person. He reached the person and saw he was sleeping. It seemed that the person did use a club. Demetar lifted both his blades up and drove his blades into the person. But, right before he killed the person he saw he was a mercenary so instead he smashed his fist into the person face making him do a summersault in the air. And before he hit the ground the person was out cold. Demetar walked away and under his breath and hissed.
"Next time it will be death".
He jumped back down and went back to the inn. Where a nice surprise waited for him....
Demetar was walking through the alley ways thinking of what happened.
"I did it again. I let that damn beast get hold of me! I almost killed a person! Even if he did it for the money let the guards kill him!"
Demetar kept thinking like that for a long time. His blades were now seethed and he was afraid that if he took them out this time a life will be lost! He walked for what seemed hours till he heard a weeping. He didn't know from where but it was a girl. Demetar started running now following the weeping as if tracking a goblin in the forest. After a long while of running he saw that he ended up in a grove....but how? He crouched low and followed the weeping till he saw the same girl he saw before. He came up to the girl and thought like he did when he saw a dying animal in the forest he will put her to death although as he came through the bushes he saw something different about her. She was a demon although she didn't look so dangerous. Demetar just stood there and watched he weep not doing anything. He stood there for a while till in the end he just said the most powerful healing spell he knew " daremval La'semel" and hoped that will help. He then began to walk away not saying a word.....but where could he go where was he. He was loosing hi memory to the beast inside him and he needed an antidote fast!
Demetar walked through the forest every step he took made him feel weaker. He sat next to a tree and stared at his hands. They seemed blacker than they did the last few days. He knew he was becoming a dark elf and fast!
"What's happening to me?" He thought.
As he sat there his strength quickly came back. He stood up and now only one thing was on his mind; he had to get that antidote....but where? He quickly used a speed spell and headed to town. As he started walking around the town and alleyways he came up in front of an old shop. The sign was blacker then his skin and the windows were all darkened. Out curiosity he headed toward the door and knocked twice. He hared a rustle behind the door and then it abruptly opened. An old shriveled woman was standing before him. She was much shorter then him and had a stern face that held lots of knowledge.
“What you want, I'm busy!" the woman scoffed!
Demetar just stared at her.
"WELL" this time she was shouting!
"I just thought, maybe....ummmm" Demetar couldn't speak the woman had a very terrifying aura around her!
"Come in." The woman pointed inside and disappeared into the shadows.
Demetar followed her into the shop or house or whatever it was. Inside he turned his eyesight to infrared and looked around. The place was filled with ingredients. From dragon scales to minotaur horns and giant scorpion stingers from the desert! Demetar was amazed by his surrounding that he almost knocked over the old woman.
"Sit" she commanded.
Demetar followed he command and sat on a dusty chair. He looked at the woman and saw she was to gazing at him.
"So your here for an antidote hu?" she asked.
Demetar didn't know how she knew but only nodded "Yes".
"Then you have come to the right place, but only if you have the gold!' she laughed.
Demetar emptied his pockets and showed her something more amazing then any gold. The tooth of a golden dragon. The woman looked amazed at the tooth reached for it and started to check it carefully not sure if it was real.
"WOW" was all she could gasp out!
"So will this be enough for that antidote?" sneered Demetar.
The woman took out a small vial, but first she asked him "Who the hell are you?"
Demetar answered her,
"I am Demetar the white dragon disciple from the city of Arelm. I am only here for I have been cursed when exiled from my land for accidentally killing a child!"
The woman handed him the bottle and then only said Drink it now, In front of me!"
Demetar gulped down the whole bottle and a second later his whole body started glowing. He felt the darkness inside of him die and all his strength came back. He felt great he knew that he could finally be able to use his dragon powers again. His skin became as white as the moon and his hair became as gold as the sun! He could feel the roar of the dragon powers he had comeback and he could finally find the heart that he never felt for so long. The woman looked at him in awe. When the glow disappeared he was fully back to normal. You could hardly of known a dark elf used to stand there. Now a white elf dragon disciple. The woman pointed toward the door and whispered
"OUT". Demetar ran out the door he was so happy he was back to normal. He called on his powers and two wings sprouted up and took him over the kingdom. He quickly dive bombed down and gently fell down. He knew that now people won't look at him as a monster anymore!
Demetar was still glad he had his powers back so he kept running around the kingdom even when the peasants threw vases at him. After awhile he stopped and thought to himself.
He ran the other way now toward the "place". As he saw the places door he didn't care if it was closed, he hummed a quick unlocking charm and went inside closing the door behind him and locking it. As he spun around he saw many faces looking at. There was the person who kept hitting the door. And the child. He still didn't care that everyone was looking at him, he spied a chair right next to an unknown face.
“Hello”
End of Introduction
Demetar was once a trusted member of the white elf and high elf community. But, when he was 50 years old he went out hunting for some food for he was graduating from the Fighter academy and heading toward studding as a wizard so he wanted to prove his skills to the community. He took the two blades of the ancients (Scimitars) and looked for something that can gain him respect. As he was walking through the forest he came up to a white dragon hatchling...and knew that will gain him respect! He charged the dragon and fought it till he killed it. As he was skinning the dragon he accidentally cut himself with the blood of the dragon still wet on the blades. He knew since then that he had to hide his secret. As he reached the age of 120 though something horrible happened. He was practicing with his powers when a small child came in and he was so surprised that he accidentally sent a massive dragon fire on him or her he can't remember. So then he was sent to death but he was allowed to keep his weapons since an elf about to die has to keep his inheritance. One night before his sentence the town leader freed him but he also put the curse that he will become a dark elf and loose his ability to use his dragon powers. So he went to the only kingdom he knew about. The Kingdom Of Moonlight where can find an antidote for this and now he is here!
Demetar knew that he was getting close to the kingdom but how will he be able to get in. No one will ever let a dark elf go in to a populated area. Maybe he will be able to jump and kill.......no he has to stay away from killing anyone till he knows how to control himself. A little while after he saw the kingdom he was amazed. It was huge but still much smaller that any dark elf or high elf kingdom. From what he could tell in the middle of the kingdom was a great citadel (castle) where the mistress must live. He covered his head with his cloak and started running toward the gate.
When he reached the gate he heard one of the guards shout.” Halt, who goes there?" Demetar didn't know what to answer but just stayed quiet. The guard though shouted again, "Answer, or leave this place.
Without looking up he answered to the guard, "I'm here looking for some herbs for a sickness my family has, they will die without them." The guard looked at Demetar but he was still looking at the gate.
"Okay, open the gate for him."
Demetar heard the churning of great wheels and the gate slowly creaked open. He walked into the kingdom not saying anything.
"Now where will I find my cure?!" he asked himself. He started walking aimlessly around the Bazaar of the kingdom and after awhile he felt great pain. And only one thing could bring up that kind of pain. The beast. He couldn't help it he started running away from the people afraid he might hurt them and went into an alleyway. When he got there he quickly fell unconscious. He woke up what seemed days later and walked out the alley the morning sun stung his eyes but he knew no one will be out yet. He started looking around for an inn when he heard a scream. He ran toward the source of the scream and found two thugs beating down a city guard. Demetar in a second flashed out his blades and ran toward the two thugs. The two looked up and saw the elf running toward them. They took out their knives but they were to slow for an elf. Demetar jumped behind them and stabbed them both in the back. Before the human could even say "thank you" Demetar quickly ran away leaving the human and the two dead thugs behind.
"More death, more death to satisfy my dark elf for I have again shed the blood of a race!" Demetar fell to his knees tired from all that just happened. He looked up and to his luck he saw an inn. He walked toward it to get a good rest. "Soon the beast will control me"............
Demetar looked out his inn window and looked at the darkened streets of the kingdom. After awhile he gazed over the kingdom's forest. Using his elf vision he could even see the smallest rabbit hop out a bush. After a little while of the forest he went back to looking at the kingdom. Far away he could hear a voice….a girl’s voice…casting spells. Although Demetar new almost every language out there in the two kingdoms he couldn’t decipher what she was saying. He listened a little longer and then he heard the scream of two people as if they were being stabbed. Maybe it was the spell the girl conjured. He jumped down the window and ran through the alleyways following the screams when they abruptly stopped. He thought that the girl had killed them. He now started running in inhuman speed through the kingdom when he reached the unknown spot. He spotted the girl and she had a river of blood coming from her side.
“She must of overworked herself….” Demetar whispered to himself.
He started to take a few steps toward the injured body when he saw a man come. He crouched over the girl for awhile and then lifted her up and took her away. Demetar took hold of his blade’s hilts and started following the man as silent as a shadow. He followed the man till he entered through a door and disappeared. Demetar took a few steps toward the door sat down and started humming to himself waiting till someone went out the “place” as Demetar called it….
Demetar stood up knowing nothing interesting will happen and slowly disappeared into the shadows. He was on his way back to the inn when he noticed a blood trail. He crouched low and sniffed the blood. He started following the trial when he came up to a body. He crouched low and flipped the body over. Great gashes were on his chest and he was surely dead. Demetar could feel his beast boiling inside him. He had to kill who ever did this. He stood up so quickly any normal human will have to slow time to see him. He flashed out his blades and started walking the way he thought the killer went. He switched his vision to infrared looking for any sign of warm blood. After awhile of looking around he found a drop trail of blood. He guessed the person used a sharpened club. He started following the trial when he met a dead and. He started looking around more when he guessed the killer must of went up. Demetar took a great leap up and landed softly on top the rooftop. Then when he looked around he saw a body of a person. He crouched low and went silently toward the person. He reached the person and saw he was sleeping. It seemed that the person did use a club. Demetar lifted both his blades up and drove his blades into the person. But, right before he killed the person he saw he was a mercenary so instead he smashed his fist into the person face making him do a summersault in the air. And before he hit the ground the person was out cold. Demetar walked away and under his breath and hissed.
"Next time it will be death".
He jumped back down and went back to the inn. Where a nice surprise waited for him....
Demetar was walking through the alley ways thinking of what happened.
"I did it again. I let that damn beast get hold of me! I almost killed a person! Even if he did it for the money let the guards kill him!"
Demetar kept thinking like that for a long time. His blades were now seethed and he was afraid that if he took them out this time a life will be lost! He walked for what seemed hours till he heard a weeping. He didn't know from where but it was a girl. Demetar started running now following the weeping as if tracking a goblin in the forest. After a long while of running he saw that he ended up in a grove....but how? He crouched low and followed the weeping till he saw the same girl he saw before. He came up to the girl and thought like he did when he saw a dying animal in the forest he will put her to death although as he came through the bushes he saw something different about her. She was a demon although she didn't look so dangerous. Demetar just stood there and watched he weep not doing anything. He stood there for a while till in the end he just said the most powerful healing spell he knew " daremval La'semel" and hoped that will help. He then began to walk away not saying a word.....but where could he go where was he. He was loosing hi memory to the beast inside him and he needed an antidote fast!
Demetar walked through the forest every step he took made him feel weaker. He sat next to a tree and stared at his hands. They seemed blacker than they did the last few days. He knew he was becoming a dark elf and fast!
"What's happening to me?" He thought.
As he sat there his strength quickly came back. He stood up and now only one thing was on his mind; he had to get that antidote....but where? He quickly used a speed spell and headed to town. As he started walking around the town and alleyways he came up in front of an old shop. The sign was blacker then his skin and the windows were all darkened. Out curiosity he headed toward the door and knocked twice. He hared a rustle behind the door and then it abruptly opened. An old shriveled woman was standing before him. She was much shorter then him and had a stern face that held lots of knowledge.
“What you want, I'm busy!" the woman scoffed!
Demetar just stared at her.
"WELL" this time she was shouting!
"I just thought, maybe....ummmm" Demetar couldn't speak the woman had a very terrifying aura around her!
"Come in." The woman pointed inside and disappeared into the shadows.
Demetar followed her into the shop or house or whatever it was. Inside he turned his eyesight to infrared and looked around. The place was filled with ingredients. From dragon scales to minotaur horns and giant scorpion stingers from the desert! Demetar was amazed by his surrounding that he almost knocked over the old woman.
"Sit" she commanded.
Demetar followed he command and sat on a dusty chair. He looked at the woman and saw she was to gazing at him.
"So your here for an antidote hu?" she asked.
Demetar didn't know how she knew but only nodded "Yes".
"Then you have come to the right place, but only if you have the gold!' she laughed.
Demetar emptied his pockets and showed her something more amazing then any gold. The tooth of a golden dragon. The woman looked amazed at the tooth reached for it and started to check it carefully not sure if it was real.
"WOW" was all she could gasp out!
"So will this be enough for that antidote?" sneered Demetar.
The woman took out a small vial, but first she asked him "Who the hell are you?"
Demetar answered her,
"I am Demetar the white dragon disciple from the city of Arelm. I am only here for I have been cursed when exiled from my land for accidentally killing a child!"
The woman handed him the bottle and then only said Drink it now, In front of me!"
Demetar gulped down the whole bottle and a second later his whole body started glowing. He felt the darkness inside of him die and all his strength came back. He felt great he knew that he could finally be able to use his dragon powers again. His skin became as white as the moon and his hair became as gold as the sun! He could feel the roar of the dragon powers he had comeback and he could finally find the heart that he never felt for so long. The woman looked at him in awe. When the glow disappeared he was fully back to normal. You could hardly of known a dark elf used to stand there. Now a white elf dragon disciple. The woman pointed toward the door and whispered
"OUT". Demetar ran out the door he was so happy he was back to normal. He called on his powers and two wings sprouted up and took him over the kingdom. He quickly dive bombed down and gently fell down. He knew that now people won't look at him as a monster anymore!
Demetar was still glad he had his powers back so he kept running around the kingdom even when the peasants threw vases at him. After awhile he stopped and thought to himself.
He ran the other way now toward the "place". As he saw the places door he didn't care if it was closed, he hummed a quick unlocking charm and went inside closing the door behind him and locking it. As he spun around he saw many faces looking at. There was the person who kept hitting the door. And the child. He still didn't care that everyone was looking at him, he spied a chair right next to an unknown face.
“Hello”
End of Introduction