I'm alive, and better than ever! I'm also full of ideas. So, enjoy my musings and stuff. However, right now, I'm all out of inspiration. Maybe later I'll actually do something.

"Link...Link... LINK!" I hear my name being called, rousing me from my sleep.

Grumbling, I slowly sit up and look at my old beardy uncle, "Whadowant" I slur, barley conscious. Then I notice the look of horror in his eyes.

I immediately start moving. I dress and arm myself with my sword and shield.

"Link, go to the forest tower and await me there. DO NOT LEAVE! There are certain things I must do before we escape. I hear the jangling of armor, you must GO NOW!" He says, dragging me to my feet. He goes to door, "****! We are too late. Change of plans, I shall go, you must stay here. Await my return. Then we shall flee." He whispers. He leaves the door.

That was the last time I ever saw him again.

For three hours I waited at our little hut. It was about mid way during the fourth when I felt him go. It is one of many abilities Elves have, along with access to magic, we can 'track' a persons body.

I walk to the door and peer out over the short cliff. I just see the towers of Castle North. I can hear the knights patrolling the roads. there are more than twice the usual patrol. I can feel in my blood that something is wrong, but I cannot tell what. Peering out the door again, I leave my hut, venturing out into this dark malevolence that is night.

It takes me around a half hour to walk from my house to the Crossroads, and another half hour to the woods from there. It is nearly dawn by the time I arrive.

Walking in, I know something is wrong. I cannot any any animals scurrying, and the Rangers' Outpost is unlit. I walk for almost an hour when I come upon a gruesome sight. Thirteen Rangers dead and the rest nowhere to be found. I shudder at the thought of something powerful enough to kill a Ranger. They train their entire lives, and anything that can slaughter them as brutally as they are is unnaturally strong. The whole situation reeks of a magic of the darkest form.

I bless the site and burn the bodies, as per both Elven and Ranger tradition, and carry on towards the Outpost, expecting the worst and hoping for the best. I pray to the Great Nameless One that I don't find more death.

I soon arrive. As I open the old oak doors, I immediately smell something, like cooking meat, but I cannot see a fire.

I call out,"Hello, Ranger Mathas is that you?" I take a step forward.

A blanket is pushed aside, and out walks a burly young man, with a bright red beard and a torch. His eyes crinkle as he sees me.

"Link Elfsson. How long has it been since Midsummers' Eve?" He says with a tired laugh.

"Too long. I come with bad tidings. Thirteen of your number slain an hours walk from the forest gate. I blessed the site and burned the bodies. I'm so sorry Roark." I say, bowing my head in remembrance of the great men and woman.

"Aye, I barely escaped the thing." He says, shaking his head as he does.

"Did you get a good look at it?" I ask, my eyes lighting up. If I have an idea as to what it looks like, I may be able to track it using Fire's Eye.

"That, old fiend, is what I was hoping to talk to you about. One of you kin it was. The demon had the pointed ears and sharp face of an elf." He says, looking me in the eye.

"You dare accuse me of murdering one of your men. I am an elf, and so I cannot lie, I did not kill your men. What ever it was, it was not one of my kin, for all of my brethren have sworn never to kill an innocent soul, and your men are the purest I've seen." I say, voice rising in defense. I see him immediately relax.

"I'm sorry, Link. I had forgotten about your oaths. In my anger and pain, you were simply the closest I could get to an identity. Now, sit and eat with me, you have traveled far, and you must rest, I shall gather my men tomorrow eve." He says, guiding me to the small small cook-fire.

We eat and talk for the next few hours. Then we sleep. The next morning, he sounds the Rangers Call.

It takes 3 three hours for all the remaining Rangers to gather. Of the original 100, only 57 remain. I begin to question them on what they saw and what hear is oddly familiar.

The unanimous agreement is that of an elf, with green hair and gold eyes. All of the elves of the Land Of The Great One are either pure black or albino. Those of Green and Gold are from the Forest of Tairnor.

The Elves of Tairnor are dark creatures. Known as "Day Eaters" they are practitioners of magic most evil. Their goal is to bring about the rise of the Dark One. They make their sacrifices with the elves of other clans. But what is worse, is they do not obey the laws set By the Great One in the beginning of time.

In the beginning there was One, The Great Nameless One, so powerful, no thing could know the name. He knows all but the future because... Well, I can't actually remember that part, creation isn't really focused on, primarily because after the elders were born, they kinda chilled and did stuff. Earth and all the stuff just kinda happened. I wasn't really paying attention then. 

ANYWAY, for a time, The Great One was alone, until he made another, Mat. The Great One and Mat went on to create the other elders. The last of these was The Dark One, Veneting. He was still born, but brought back to life By The Great One. He is pure evil, and often tried to destroy his brother and sisters.

The Tairnor elves wish to summon him so he can end the earth and create one of his own where he can rule in darkness. There is an old  prophesy that says, "When one of all is taken, the Dark One shall arise again." The thing is, the Dark one has never been in power before, ever, so most people think it a load of crap.

I soon headed out for the Forest of Tairnor. Worried for my life, I cannot help but send a prayer for my life to the Great One.

"Wait, I can't go on some crazy suicidal mission to kill the thing that killed the rangers with seeing her at least once." I say to Ryor, my Rithit.

"Do you think that's a smart thing to do." The 2-foot dragon says in reply.

"But I need to see her one last time, I need to tell her how I feel, regardless of Dirth." I say to him.

A Rithit is basically mt spirit guide, every elf has one. They give advice on emotional stuff, like dating, and child rearing, however, on matters of the physical type, he is clueless. If it wasn't for Ryor, I'd have never made it past my my first Midsummer.

"You're going to you *** kicked." Says Ryor, now flying loops around me as I walk to the west, towards Elfhaven.

"I don't care! I am going to die anyway! I love Otharu, and I'm going to tell her." I say.

Otharu is... everything to me. I've been in love with her since I was 7. She has no idea because she's always had eyes for Dirth. Dirth is the mirror opposite of me. He's handsome, charming, smooth, and a complete and utter jerk, he's also huge and stupid.

It takes around 10 minutes to get to Elfhaven from the Ranger's Outpost. I immediately go to Otharu's tree.

"Otharu, I need to talk to you." I say, scaring her from her book.

"JERICHO!" She screams, happy to see me. She runs up and hugs me, but I push her off.

I take a deep breath, squeeze my eyes shut and say,"I love you and I've been in love with you since we were seven. I should have told you but you had a thing with Dirth and I didn't want to get my butt kicked. And then we moved so my uncle could work. And I'm boring you so I'm just going to leave. I'm Tairnor to try and kill as Day Eaters as I can. I love you, bye."

I run, knowing she's going to reject me, I run like the coward I am. And because if I look back, I'll never make it there. I slow my pace once I'm deep enough into the woods. I sit and lean my head my back. I haven't felt this tired in my life.

End of Chapter One

M'kay, I just realized why I shouldn't write while tired. I slipped and miscalled my main, his name is Link, but in my rough draft he's Jericho. I changed to link cause it sounds better, but I was tired, and wasn't thinking last post. Imma just repost the whole thing in it's own thread. I will probably use this thread for poems and stuff, but the story's getting its own house.