In a star-lit room, only darkened by the light shade of the windows on the ceiling three figures met for the first time in a long time. They had the mission to infiltrate the capital of the united republics they so despised, but now higher command had called this meeting.
The door opens and a fourth person enters the room. It was the commander of the secret forces. The three did not have much in common but on close inspection, the ears were sharper and longer than most human ears.
Commander Fulcrum [I know our forces are in bad shape, but this is bad. I am not sure the mission will be successful if we have only this much.]
Fulcrum: Report!
The elf in the middle, which was also the smallest of the bunch stepped forwards and started reporting with a determined look on his face.
Repnir: Sir, the last mission was a complete success! We succeeded in tracking down the son of Angelica the traitor! We await further orders, sir.
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Fulcrum [So we fell this low. To hunt down children. High command is crazy for thinking this will be the nail in the coffin.]
Fulcrum: May I ask for how long you have been serving the liberation forces and how old you are, soldier?
Repnir: I and my brothers have been serving for three years now and are 30 years old, sir.
Fulcrum [ So high command is even sending in our children? I don’t know how much longer I can support this. Our independence only justifies this much.]
Fulcrum: As this will be my final mission, I will oversee it and give my recommendations depending on your performance. If you are lucky you might end up getting a job back at home.
We are obliged with the mission of assassinating Ferro, the son of Angelica, who has betrayed our race and led to our subjugation in the eternal war. High command hopes that the loss of her son this shortly after her husband has died will break her will to fight and open the path to the past glory of our race.
The three elves stomp their foot thrice on the ground, which has become a custom in the liberation army.
Repnir: We will commence the preparations as soon as possible.
The three leave the room and let Fulcrum wander in the garden like room.
[Ironic how our nation is like this room. A dream on life support, waiting to be awakened by the sunset. Let’s hope the sun will set on our backs, not in our eyes.]