If you’re looking for a fantastic adventure with magnificent creatures and wonderful knights in shining armor, then go away; you don’t belong here. On the other hand, if you’re looking for the truth, then hello, friend. My name is Lorlan, and I shall be your guide.
I was born in the elf capital, Meridium, 85 years ago. My mother and father were, well, beautiful, as are all other members of elf society. I’m not, and in opposition to the popular concept of elves being generous, accepting, and honorable, I was disowned. They took me to the City of Lost Souls, which is a slum in which the scum of the world take residence, and left me there. I still haven’t forgiven them...
In contrast to my ancestors and most of the elves of lore, I’m what some might call extremely ugly. Where most elves have long, flowing, golden, silk-like hair, I have short, choppy, wiry hair that’s about the color of mud. Where they are tall and graceful, I’m short and clumsy (5 feet and 7 inches tall, to be exact). I have a beard, which is something rarely found on an elf, and it’s a bitch to keep clean, but I like the way it looks.
When I was a child on the streets, I had to fight to protect myself, as did all the other people. And, in those situations, close bonds are formed. Mine was with Alfie, who’s like a brother to me. Alfie is short. I mean, he’s really short. But that’s okay; he’s a dwarf, and dwarves are supposed to be short. He’s a very argumentative little guy, but, underneath it all, I know that he has a heart of cold granite.
Alfie and I were always the outcasts of the city, which is compounded by the fact that it’s already a city of outcasts. We’ve never cared though; we wouldn’t have had fun even if we weren’t outcasts, so why bother?
Now, if this were the traditional load of shit, I’d tell you a story of heroism, courage, and triumph. This isn’t. Like, I said before, I’m sticking to the truth. Nothing good ever happens in our world. There are no heroes, there are only villains. We don’t strive for acceptance, we don’t fight to break a maiden out of a tower. Nope, what you have read previously is a gross misunderstanding.
Good doesn’t win here; it never existed. Evil always has and always will reign supreme. The workers will work to no avail to support themselves and their families, and they will always fail. We will get trod upon numerous times, and not once will somebody have the courage to object. If we see something “bad” happening, we’ll turn the other cheek.
We’re not the bullshit you’ve read about previously, we’re the truth, and we just don’t care anymore. So you can take your bubblegum fairies, you can take your altruistic elves, you can take your noble wizards, and you can shove them all up that mouth in your ass. We just don’t care. So, leave us alone, we don’t need you complicating things any further.
Never Yours,
Lorlan
(The Angry Elf)
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Very interesting! I love his sneering attitude, it really draws my attention and makes me want to see where it came from. A story about a place of outcasted fantasy creatures has a LOT of potential! Have fun with it, go crazy.
A few things:
Personally I think this should be "I am not". A really small nitpick, but it will look better and make sense immediately upon reading.
This seems too in your face. Tone it down a little maybe. Don't be too scary, too often!
Otherwise, I love it! Awesome and keep going with this.
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Good overall. PM me when the follow-up comes out if you're looking for an edit. I'd be interested to see it.
OK, I agree. I like the MC's attitude, it makes him(or her) easier to relate to, given that I'm a teen.
I also think it's kind of amusing that in the "fantastic adventures with magnificent creatures and wonderful knights in shining armor" the elves are always small, and here 5 feet is short for an elf. And that brings up the fact that you never use just the plain number; always spell it out.
I assume this is a guy, since (he?) has a beard, but it would be good to clear that up for us readers.
Now Alfie has a heart of "cold granite" and that sounds good the way you put it in your story, but I'm not sure cold anything is good., if you understand what I'm saying.
I'm sorry, I didn't catch any nitpicks and I really don't like dealing with those, so I'll leave them to someone else.
I guess you're continuing this, and if you aren't planning on I think you should. There's way too many questions to end it here. Of course, if you are continuing, the questions are good, they make readers want to go on. Always have unanswered questions until the last page.
Overall, great start. The MC has emotion and seems really real. As I said, I can relate to him well. PM me when (if?) the rest comes out, or if you have any questions.
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Well, I certainly like the MC's cocky, attention-grabbing narrative. This is very creative and unique. I can say that I geniunely enjoyed it. I guess I was reading too fast to really catch any nitpicks, so sorry.
Just one thing: Uh, so what time frame is this in? I mean, your MC sounds like someone from 2008, just sort of medieval. Are they just mystical creatures in the modern world? Hmmm. Be nice to get that straight.
Also, I'd like to know WHY he's such a different elf. WHY is he ugly? Of course, this is just the first part, I'm assuming, so perhaps you will elaborate in the future.
And now I leave you with the knowledge that if you continue this I will read on.