Long, Long ago, in a mysterious land of elves, fairys, and other mythical creatures, there lived a girl. Born into a prestigious family of mages and wizards, the girl was destined to become a mage herself. That is until the assassination of her father by the hands of her uncle. Threatened by the girl's ever increasing power and status, the evil tyrant banished his niece from the family and stripped her of the family name. As a result, she was sent to live in exile in the Forest of No Return. The mage girl was all alone, with no one to comfort her. And so, the mage girl began to study every single type of magic imaginable. From fire balls to deadly electricution blasts, she sought to master them all. Now a capable young woman, the mage girl was dead set on revenge. But first, she needed to master one more magical art: Black Ether. A dark and mysterious substance only wielded by  the race of the demon elves. And so the mage sought out the only place where the demon elves reside, which was the cave Faren. A cave of  utter despair. As the mage girl entered the murky, she was surrounded by dark and corrupted energy. And slowly, her organs started pulsing and burning in her body. But, more stubborn than ever, the mage girl pressed on. And soon, she had arrived in the lair of the most powerful, magestic demon elf by the name of Zorin Henscithe. Oh yes, he was the most deadly. He looked down at the mage girl with gleeful disdain, his beautiful black locks flowing behind him. As the mage girl shook in his presence, Zorin's glowing red eyes stared into her soul, ready to obliterate her into ash 

"Now my pretty girl, you're mine!" The majestic demon elf grinned a mighty grin as he cast a continuous barrage of black ether at the insolent mage. "Blast of Despair!" The mage girl was weakened under the elve's powerful spells, and was ready to die. But the beautiful man wasn't done yet. He was just warming up. "Die insolent mage." Zorin's eyes shined as he summoned a swirling black portal. His smile was magnificent, teeth glowing and everything. A powerful aura surrounding him in his angelic presence. In this moment, all of his power was in his hands. He was the most beautiful, powerful, charismatic, and tallest demon elf in the world. And now, Zorin was ready to strike. "Now , introducing my most powerful spell-"

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"Zorin! What the hell are you doing?!"

"You said to make the story exciting!"

"Yeah, but constantly talking about yourself isn't exciting! It's annoying and weird!"

"I just wanted to establish myself. I am a powerful demon elf after all."

"Ugh, Zorin, what did we go over earlier?"

"I'm...I'm only one half of the story"

"And what's the other half?"

"You are." 

" That's right. Now, let me try. And stop making up a bunch of shit. You're not even tall."

"Hey, I'm still growing y'know. I'll be more powerful than you can imagine!"

"Yeah yeah Zorin. I'm sure you will."