A silver haired elf, tall and graceful, was running through the swaying grass. "Moon Streak" Alberic, the elf, called to his beloved horse. The gray Mare came trotting over to him. Moon Streak, the wild and fast mare let herself be carresed and rubbed affectinatly. They had cared for each other ever since the bonding ceromony.
"Stress, Why is there stress bothring my rider?" she asked through mind talk. Alberic stopped. the mare started to nuzzle him so as to get him to talk.
"I have seen horrible news, my friend. The Ferazzi are together once again. However we will be the target for the first time. They will attack in two weeks, and the forces will be vast." Alberic grimly answered. He infact beleived that the elfin race would soon be destroyed.
"Why be so grim. Rejoice that we have two weeks to prepare."she countered with a neigh of challenge, so fearsome that every animal for miles around, scattered.
"OK, let's go warn the queen!" He shouted, now that he was motivated. Alberic then leaped on the mere's back. SHe started to trot towards Queen Falls, the capital of the elvin country, Deridia.
Alberic was still trotting along through the field when he realized the sun was setting and he needed to make a camp. So, he got off his gray mare and led her to the river they had been following for the past hour. He took off his small pack and laid it on the ground, and then he squatted beside the river.
His reflection was what he looked at. Long silver hair flowed down his back and dark purple eyes contrasted against his moon colored skin. All his features were graceful like all the elves that he knew. Alberic sat there until the sun completely set. Then he knew it was time.
He went over to his pack and took out a precious packet of seeds. 14 seeds he counted and placed them in a circle, which he then sat in the center of. Them hr pulled out a flute and played a magical song. The sound, it was beautiful, it was the song of life, a song which when sung brought fresh life to everything that herd it. The seeds started to sprout and 14 birch saplings appeared.
He did not stop until they were exactly sevan-feet-tall, and then the song changed into a slower, sweeter version of the song. The saplings branches started to intertwine and form a circular roof and walls. Alberic ended the song with a very sharp note, which made the branches disappear from between two saplings.
He called Moon Streak into the hut. One sharper note closed the gap where only he could get out and no one or thing in. Then, he looked at his creation. It was a spacious circular hut, with a diameter of 14 feet across. At the center of the slightly curving ceiling was ten feet. A smaller version of the song he emitted and which made the grass grow velvet soft underneath the horse and himself. A blanket, Alberic grabbed from his pack and he went to sleep.
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Bonding Ceromony= A ceromony where a elf the age of 20 receives his horse. THese horses are bred by special elves who use magik to make them have special attributes when still in the Mares womb. This horse will live untill his or her rider dies.
Ferazzi= A mythical race which use confusion and surprze as a weopon. They are extreamly tricky to fight because they own no code of honor, no king, queen. The largest clan ever was 1,000 ferazzies, however maybe once in while they can be riled together to fight for a pacific cause, and taking lands of others is especely on cause.
