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Whispers of the Elven Arrow

Whispers of the Elven Arrow

We moved swiftly through the dense forest, the crunch of leaves underfoot the only sound breaking the silence. The towering trees cast long shadows, making the path ahead feel uncertain.

Collen glanced at me. Hey, you never told me your name, by the way.

I raised an eyebrow. You never asked.

He smirked. Fair enough. I guess I forgot—we were in a hurry.

My name is Anar, I said. But why do they keep calling me Velkynne?

His expression darkened. Because you look like them.

Is simply resembling them such a big problem?

He let out a breath, as if choosing his words carefully. It is, if you're in Yalinya.

I frowned. So who exactly are they?

The original people of Yalinya, he said. Before the Sentinari invaded, they lived freely. Now, they've been driven to the mountains, forced into the shadows of their own land. When Eredin became king, he completely forbade them from setting foot in Yalinya.

I narrowed my eyes. Why would he do that?

Collen’s jaw tightened. His usual relaxed demeanor was gone. Eredin and his faction despise the Velkynne. They see them as a threat—warriors who, if given the chance, would reclaim their land and overthrow his rule. They fear that one day, the Velkynne will return and take back what was once theirs.

The wind howled through the trees, making the leaves tremble. A sense of unease settled over me.

At last, we arrived at the Fort of the Lightkeepers. The towering stone walls loomed over us, their surfaces worn by time and weather. As we stepped forward, a man clad in leather armor, adorned with what appeared to be magical insignia, approached.

Collen, where have you been? And who is this? he asked, his gaze shifting to me.

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Collen gestured toward me. This is my friend, Anar. He's a skilled fighter.

Then, turning to me, he said, Anar, this is Balin, my most trusted friend. He's also a remarkably talented mage.

Balin shook his head modestly. No, I simply do my best.

I smiled and extended a hand. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Balin. I’ve always had a great respect for mages.

Balin smiled faintly, a touch of gratitude in his eyes. People usually don't care much for mages, he said, but I appreciate that. Thank you.

Collen glanced at me, his expression softening. You must be hungry and tired. Come with me.

Yes, I'm hungry like a wolf, I replied with a slight grin.

We made our way to the dining room, and I couldn't help but notice the curious stares from the people around us. Collen soon brought me a bowl of stew, its aroma filling the air. It was hearty and delicious, just what I needed after the long journey.

After I finished, Collen turned to me. You should rest now, he said. Tomorrow, we have a lot to do.

I went to sleep, only to be plagued by a strange dream. In it, a dragon ravaged the land, breathing fire upon innocent people and reducing a once-beautiful city to ashes. I couldn’t understand whether it was connected to my destiny or if it was just a nightmare.

The following morning, I observed Balin diligently practicing with his longsword. He turned to me and inquired, What weapon do you wield? I paused for a moment, then replied, I have yet to decide. With a nod, he suggested, Then head to the armory and select one for yourself. I agreed, That will suffice.

The armory was filled with an overwhelming array of weapons. I hesitated, unsure of which to choose. My mind wandered back to the times I'd spent in video games, where I always preferred the speed and precision of daggers. I was drawn to a set of finely crafted blades, their weight and balance comforting in my hands. It felt instinctive, as though I had made this decision countless times before.

As I fastened the daggers to my belt, I noticed a set of leather armor hanging nearby. It wasn’t the finest, but it was light and flexible—perfect for quick movements. I quickly donned it, feeling the straps settle comfortably into place.

Just as I finished, Collen appeared, his face grim. Come with me, he said urgently. The people of Elderwood are in danger. They’ve been attacked by a Cyclops. We need to slay the beast before it's too late.

The weight of his words shifted the air around us. Without another thought, I followed him, my heart pounding with the rush of impending action.

We arrived at Elderwood to find the Cyclops wreaking havoc, destroying everything in its path. Collen turned to me and said, Be careful. Strike when you get the chance.

Balin swiftly cast a freezing spell on the Cyclops' feet, hoping to slow it down. However, the creature's strength proved overwhelming. With a powerful motion, the Cyclops shattered the ice and began swinging its massive limbs, knocking us all aside with its forceful kicks. I knew I had to act quickly.

I relied on my speed, quickly scaling the houses and positioning myself above the Cyclops. It charged forward, oblivious to my presence. I waited for the right moment, then leaped onto its head, driving my daggers into its eyes. The Cyclops roared in pain, its massive clawing at its face, trying to shake me off.

Then, the Cyclops grabbed me with its massive hands, and I struggled in vain to free myself. Fear coursed through me, and I thought my chances of survival were fading. An elvish strider swiftly came to my aid, releasing a volley of arrows into the Cyclops's eyes, nearly blinding it. With a roar, it dropped me to the ground.

We charged together at the Cyclops, our weapons raised. With a mighty roar, we slammed into its massive frame, sending it stumbling backward. The ground trembled as it crashed to the earth, a fierce growl escaping its lips. I felt my heart race, adrenaline flooding my veins, as we moved in for the kill. With one final strike, the Cyclops was slain.

I thanked the Elvish Strider for saving my life, my voice filled with genuine gratitude. Thank you, I said, meeting her calm gaze.

She nodded with a quiet grace, her eyes briefly scanning the battlefield before resting on me. You're welcome, she replied, her voice steady, as though saving lives was second nature to her.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself after the chaos. My name is Anar, I said.

She gave a soft smile, a flicker of recognition in her eyes. I am Elanor of Ish Tirion.

Her name carried weight, like it was tied to something older, something timeless. It felt like an invitation to a story yet to be told.