“Traitor!” “Kill her!” “Die you black blood!”

Ahh… having those words being the last I remember is quite painful.  People were hurling insults at me faster than I could hear, and then suddenly… I died.  That’s right, you heard correct, I died.   Perhaps it was my fault for associating with the Blood Elves, but I couldn’t help it!  The information they gave me was priceless treasure to a Nymph.  Nymphs were well known for their love for pursuing knowledge, and I in particular loved the knowledge of different Elven techniques.  In a world full of humans you would also see a mixture of elves, nymphs, and demons. Elven kind comes in two species, the Holy Elves and Blood Elves.  Blood Elves were quite rare and often discriminated against, mainly due to the rumor of being related to the demon race.

All of the treatment towards Blood Elves was well and fine until the war came.  The 7 great nations went to war.  The largest and most powerful kingdom, Lumera, made pacts with the demon race and started attacking all the other nations.  One thing led to another which soon caused the decimation against Blood Elves.  Due to their decimation anyone who associated with the Blood Elves were called ‘Black Bloods’, or sinners for short.  I, Emma Strundmend, died due to my love for Black Blood battle techniques.

“Ahem”

?!  I look around towards the sound to see a beautiful lady with blond hair flowing down to her feet and magnificent white wings coming out of her back.

[Me]  “Oh, yes… hello”

She must be here to take me to heaven… or hell.  

[Angel] “Umm… there has been a slight dilemma about your placement.”

[Me] “What do you mean?”

[Angel] “Well, you see… you have done no good in your life…” Great so I’m going to hell. “…However you also have done no bad.” So I’m not going to hell?

[Me] “Where’s the problem?”

[Angel] “Never in history has this ever happened... so we are currently at a lost as to where to place you.  So after a couple times of being handed to higher ups and them handing you to the highest up it’s been decided that you will simply be tested all over again!”

What?  Tested again?  Is she thinking what I think she’s thinking about?  She better not be…

[Angel] “Well I hope you enjoy your second chance at life, and… umm… do your best!”

At that moment a list of many profanities came out of my mouth, and since I was a scholar the list was unlimited.  Soon enough a large blinding light engulfed me and my vision went black.

……….

Lancel Village

I wake up in a random woman’s arms, crying.

[Random Woman] “Now Now Luna, stop crying, everything will be alright.”

Luna?  Who’s Luna?  Wait… is she talking to me?!?!  I’m Luna!? Furthermore how is she holding me?  I am quite large for my Nymph species!

…Wait a minute… I hold out my hand and look.  Sure enough my hand looks like a newborn's… no that’s not right… it IS a newborns!  So when that angel was talking about giving me another chance she was talking about rebirth!  So that means that this random lady really is my mother!

[Me] “Hehehehehe. HAHAHAAHAHA!!!” of course this would happen to me!

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[Mother] “Aww… look, she’s happy.”

[Random guy] “Umm… I don’t know… that almost sounds like a mad-man’s laugh…” Beads of sweat appear on the guy’s forehead.

[Mother] “Non-sense Paul! How could you speak like that of your own daughter?” Oh… so this guy is my dad… alright.

[Father] “Joking, I’m joking sweetie”  

They then locked lips over me… and it was then that I noticed.  Their ears… they are pointy, and their eyes were a blood red.  I wasn’t just re-born, no… I was re-born as a Blood Elf.  Despite my disappointment I felt a sliver of excitement as now I would be able to explore more about my favorite species!

……….

Lancel Village (About two years later)

It’s almost my second birthday, and I have gotten pretty good at pretending to be my physical age.  That is… when someone’s looking.  Whenever I have time I work out non-stop and practice some martial arts.  My name is Luna Lancel, and no matter how much I think my last name sounds too manly I have to keep it.  It took me awhile but it turns out the reason I have ‘Lancel’ as my last name is because the villages chief is none other than my father!  The village my father governs  is so small that only the residents knows it’s even there!   Normally that would be a bad thing due to merchants and stockholders, but considering that the vast majority of the residents are Blood Elves, the sworn enemy of all man and elven-kind, then it’s a good thing no one knows we are here.

[Mother] Luna!  Come on, it’s time to eat!

I rush over to the food and hurry to my seat.  Taking a bite, I lose myself in her cooking.

[Me] “Mmmmm…”

[Father] “Luna, do you want to see Daddy show off his moves after dinner?”

[Me] “Yes! Yes!”

I love to watch my new-found dad perform with his mana.  Since I used to watch the King of Blood Elves perform top-secret magic in my past life it’s not as cool… but… I still love the look of mana.  Watching the King perform was amazing, and it only came at the price of telling the Blood Elves how to make certain mana tools.  Nymphs were well known for their knowledge, so it couldn’t be helped that they bribed me with knowledge for knowledge.

[Mother] “Paul!  Don’t get her too excited or else she will rush through her food!”

Both my father and I look down embarrassed.  I slow down my eating and look at my mother with pleading eyes.

[Mother] “Fine!  Fine.  Only after eating slowly you may watch your father.”

Victory!!!

Right Outside Lancel Village

-------------------Platoon Leader’s POV-----------------------

[Knight #1] “hmm… is this the place that houses the demons?’

[Knight #2] “It looks like it… can we do it it Captain Smithles?”

The knights look at me with expectation and hatred.  Hatred that shown in their eyes for the demons, hatred that was all reserved for the Blood Elves.