No title, Just a draft.

A draft piece on a story regarding elves and an ancient battle destroying their home.

Nera's pov

I can see grass, a few flowers and I think that's a worm. I can see my hair waving in the wind. Why can't I see my feet? Are those my arms? What the! Oh that's right. I'm currently hanging from a tree suspended by my feet. Funny story actually, I was chasing down this Elfin boy who stole my arrows whilst I was sleeping near the lake. You don't know what a Elfin boy is do you? Well unlike myself he is a very tiny elf, cute and small with pointy ears, bet you know what Elves are though , Right? Well I'll give you a bit of a history lesson.

Hundred years ago there were two types of us, by us I mean Elves. Light and Dark. The names speak for themselves,

Light elves are what you imagine, pretty women and men that only you humans could dream to look like, long silver hair and I don't mean to brag but we are gorgeous. The Light Elves lived in this amazing forest abounded with assortment of trees covered with amazing agricultural houses up in the branches, least that's what my mother tells me. The thing with us elves we have incredible lifespans, I'm not sure how old we can live too but I heard my Great Great Great Great (you get the point) Uncle lived through 2 Millenniums. We had a Queen and all that royalty.

The Dark elves were far different to the Light elves, they didn’t enjoy the finer things like my Mother did. They kept to the dark and couldn't stand the sunlight . My Father was a Dark Elf and he claims it wasn’t that bad because the night had it's own light . The moon.

They lived separate lives and rarely disturbed each other. Keep to your own kind as you will. This went on for many decades until Ragnarak happened. I'm not entirely sure what it was or why it happened but all people say is that it was an unstoppable disaster and it tore our world upside down. Many of our kind perished but those that survived had to regroup and try save our land. Light and Dark needed to work together to recreate what was lost. My Father was made King by all those who survived because they believed he could carry us from darkness. He may have been a Dark Elf but many of us were. Being King he couldnt do it alone. H eneeded a Queen and did he pick the fairest Elf of all? Of course he did. Minya. She was the finest elf he had ever seen. Ankle length orange hair and bright silver eyes and the pointiest ears. She was desired by every man and even some women but my Father, King Nororn won her heart. My father was built like a god, covered in scars from the battle of Ragnarak. His hair was floppy and blonde with a hint of green but his eyes where spring water blue and he never failed to have a smile on his face. Well King and newly found Queen had children. Nera and Nararun. Twins. They both took after their parents, Nararun was their son and Nera their daughter. Yes you guessed it I'm Nera, Princess. I take after my father, blue eyes and blonde hair. Nararun takes after Mother, long orange hair and silver eyes.

I was only 2 years old when my father left us to go search the land for something top secret. He never returned from his mission and at the time it didn't bother me that much. I was a baby, nothing ever did I just played with Mothers hair and giggled a lot. Nararun on the other hand was an angry baby and always hit me. Still does, jerk. Mother was really sad, that I cared about. She raised me and my brother very well. I got lessons on being a Princess and Nararun the future King. I spent my time growing up in the trees as long as I didn't spend too much time in the sun I was fine, the sun didn't hurt that much it's just a little uncomfortable since I'm part Dark Elf. I picked up archery skills pretty quickly for a 10 year old. “Princess Nera, shouldn't you be learning to dance instead” was what I always heard growing up. I had standards to live up to. My brother lived inside the library reading books on our history and our forefounders. He likes the Dark elfs, favours them over the Light shall we say, he treats mother differently because of it.

As we got even older I became a master at the bow and arrow where as Nararun became more obsessed with the Dark elves. Then he finally became King.

This brings us up to date.

I was chasing this Elfin boy down the winding paths behind our houses because he stole my arrows and I needed them back. I got around the corner and I got snagged on an animal trap. These ropes are really starting to hurt my ankles. I suppose I could reach up and cut it but my dagger is in my anklet. Sigh.

Wait? Did you hear that? Shh?

“Maiti,we can't let this happen again!”

“Sir, what do you propose we do?”

“Gather the council this evening, we talk then”

I can just about see my brother talking to some high elf from his silly council meetings. He has those a lot lately, not like I'm ever invited. Wait. They're going separate waits. D****t.

“Nararun! Nararun!”

“Nera? What are you doing hanging from a tree?”

“I got snagged of course!” You taste the judgement and disapproval.

“Hold still!” I can feel the rope being loosened -OUCH- the grounds hard

“Thanks, couldn't of let me down any gentler” Of all people my brother, The King himself had to come save me from a tree.

“Nera, please. Stop fooling around you are a Princess not a warrior. It's time to grow up Sister”

“Brother. King. I was only getting what was taken from me. A thief stole my arrows!”

“They are just arrows. You have no need for such weapons. Go home Nera, I have a meeting to prepare for”

“Yes King Nararun” Sigh, nobody understands me in this place.

“Good” He walks away from me and doesnt even have the decency to say goodbye. As I said Jerk. The crown gets to his head sometimes, he always thinks his a God.

Author's Note

any feedback is welcome. I'm really new to this and I just want people to help me out.