Darkness envelops the forest as I stand guard over the dark elf village, my senses heightened, my shadow eyes piercing the gloom. My powers have grown stronger, my connection to the forest deeper. I can sense the slightest tremor of the earth, the rustle of leaves, the heartbeats of the creatures that dwell within.

And now, I sense something else, a foreign presence, a massive army of humans marching through the forest. My heart pounds in my chest as I realize the gravity of the situation. The human army is here to exterminate the dark elves, to eradicate them from the face of the land.

I rush to alert the village, my voice echoing through the clearing as I warn them of the impending danger. The dark elves gather, their faces etched with fear and determination. Some argue for escape, seeking refuge in the depths of the forest, but others, including Eris, are unwilling to abandon their home.

Eris stands beside me, her eyes blazing with fury. "We are dark elves," she declares, her voice ringing with pride. "We will not cower in fear. We will fight for our home, for our people!"

I know she is right. We cannot abandon our village, our people. But the odds are stacked against us. The human army is led by the legendary heroes, warriors of unmatched strength and skill. We stand no chance against them.

Frustration gnawed at me as I realized the futility of our situation. The dark elves were blinded by their pride and stubbornness, unable to see the reality before them. They would die, their village would be destroyed, and all for what? For a misguided sense of honor?

I knew I had to do something. I could not stand by and watch my people fall to the hands of the humans. I would go to them, face the heroes myself, and try to reason with them. Maybe, just maybe, I could convince them to spare the dark elves, to find a way to coexist peacefully.

I turned to Eris, my heart heavy with the weight of what I was about to do. "I'm going to go to the humans," I said, my voice filled with determination. "I'll try to talk to the heroes. Maybe I can convince them to spare the village."

Eris nodded, her eyes filled with trust. "Be careful, Caleb," she said, her voice laced with concern. "The humans are not to be trusted."

I gave her a reassuring smile. "I will," I promised. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

With a final nod, I turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Eris and the rest of the dark elves to prepare for the inevitable battle.

My heart pounds in my chest as I approach the human army, my shadow eyes scanning the ranks for Aric, the legendary hero who once led me into a trap, using me as bait to escape an army of dark elves. I push aside the lingering resentment, focusing on the immediate task at hand: convincing Aric and his general that the dark elves are not demon king followers.

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Aric's eyes widen in disbelief as I emerge from the shadows, his old companions sharing his surprise. "Caleb? We thought you were dead," Aric exclaims.

Aric is scared that he would lose his leadership if they know what he did .

I asked “why you are marching with the army in the dark forest.”

Aric told me about the order they received to esterminate all the dark elf as they are follower of the demon king.

I told them about the dark elf I know and how they saved my life.

Aric gestures to the general, a stern-faced warrior with a hardened demeanor. "General," he says, "this is Caleb, the young hero who saved us from the demon king's fortress."

The general regards me with suspicion, his eyes scanning me for any hint of deception. "And you say the dark elves are not demon king followers?" he asks, his voice laced with skepticism.

"Yes," I affirm, my gaze unwavering. "They saved my life, and they are not aligned with the demon king."

Aric nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. "I see," he murmurs, his mind clearly grappling with this new information.

The general, however, remains unconvinced. "They are dark elves," he snarls, his voice filled with disdain. "They are evil creatures who must be exterminated."

I can see the tension rising between Aric and the general, the weight of their past disagreements threatening to resurface. I know I have to tread carefully, to find a way to bridge the gap between their conflicting beliefs.

"The dark elves I know are not evil," I plead, my voice filled with conviction. "They are just as capable of good and evil as any other race."

The general scoffs, his arms crossed defiantly. "You are blinded by their trickery," he declares. "They are trying to deceive you."

Aric intervenes, his voice calm and authoritative. "General," he says, "I believe Caleb. He has always been a trustworthy ally, and I have no reason to doubt his words."

The general hesitates, his face etched with uncertainty. But his ingrained prejudices are too deeply entrenched to allow for easy change.

"You are making a mistake, General," I warn him, my voice firm. "The dark elves are not your enemy. They are the innocent victims of the demon king's tyranny."

The general's eyes flash with anger, and he lunges forward, his hand reaching for his sword. "You will not speak of my enemy in that way!" he roars.

Aric steps in front of me, his own sword drawn to protect me from the general's attack. "Caleb is my friend," he declares, his voice unwavering. "And I will not allow you to harm him."

Aric and the general stand facing each other, their swords drawn, their stances tense and ready for battle.

I stand against the human army, my shadow eyes scanning the sea of soldiers, my heart pounding in my chest. The battle is fierce, a clash of steel and magic, but I am outnumbered and outmatched.

I summon my shadow wolves, their forms growing larger and more powerful with each passing moment. They tear into the enemy ranks, their fangs and claws tearing through flesh and armor. But the eleven heroes are formidable foes, their skills and powers beyond anything I have ever faced before.

As I lie there, battered and bruised, I feel the cold steel of handcuffs click around my wrists. I am captured, my mission to save the dark elf village a failure.

my vision blurring, my body numb. As darkness threatens to consume me, I summon the last of my strength, sending a shadow wolf to carry a message to Eris.

" Eris be ready for the worst" .