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The leaves crunched beneath his boots. He was Æflinàr Meöthsìl, and he strolled down his home forest of Bænöv, along with his high elven friend, Nèamöräth. Nèamöräth’s dragon, Äarvöa, trailed behind them with low thuds from her paws.

“How goes life in Érnôrìa?” Asked Æflinàr, hoping to break the silence between him and Nèamöräth.

“Life proceeds... as usual.” Replied Nèamöräth, with the typical lack of emotion in his tone expected from a high elf. “And of yours in Bænöv?”

He nodded slightly. “I’d say it goes well here in Bænöv, thank you.” Perhaps this is a start... he thought to himself. Something seemed different in Nèamöräth today. He couldn’t pinpoint it, which was probably because of Nèamöräth being a high elf, and thus his nearly emotionless demeanour. Something was wrong in him, though, of that Æflinàr was sure.

Äarvöa gave a low, throaty grumble.

“And of your life in Érnôrìa, Äarvöa?” He asked her.

Good, good, thank you. I would ask you the same, but that you have already told. She replied mentally in her surprisingly deep voice.

Would you know of anything out of the ordinary regarding Nèamöräth? He asked her.

He thought to himself, trying to find an excuse that he knew didn’t exist. He answered with a start. You’re right.

As much as he trusted Nèamöräth, and Äarvöa as well, he still thought both of them were acting oddly, and as if they were hiding something.

They arrived at a stream that Æflinàr had called Ermià Nìr, or “Of Forest’s Spirit”, as it means in Elvish. It flowed from a small powdery-white rock ledge eight feet high. The Maya stream paved a cut through the deciduous forest. There they stopped and stood looking at the stream.

Æflinàr was about to speak, but Nèamöräth beat him to it. “It comes with mine and Äarvöa’s deepest regrets that today has come about.” He started, his riddled words confusing Æflinàr as only a high elf could. “Today shall be a day of sorrow for the remainder of our lives, but what we shall do must be, for elves shall once again rule as once before over these lands.”

“Don’t speak in riddles, Nèam—“

“I must, and shall, for in no other way can I speak it.”

Äarvöa added to what Nèamöräth. What we will do greatly saddens me, and him, and we will do with grave reluctance. Something in what she said made her hiccup, like it had a hidden meaning she did not like.

“What is it you both talk of?!” He said with a slight humourless laugh of exasperation.

Nèamöräth took a shallow breath. “Nëoƒrár!” He shouted with a finger outstretched towards the sky. His hand glowed, but the glow was black. His eyes strained and shone a tinge of red. The sky was blotted black.

“Ííná!” Shouted Æflinàr in response.

He felt the spell trying to work, but it was being blocked, his strength insufficient to overpower the barrier. He shouted it again, adding “Ermià Nìr” to the spell.

With a struggle, a dim, white-green light sparked to life on the tip of his finger, flickering with the struggle of fighting Nèamöräth’s spell. With its light, Æflinàr could see Nèamöräth just feet away from him. He was now a shadow grey, his eyes crimson and a shallow scar upon his forehead. His face was strained, his serrated sword held over his head to make a blow on Æflinàr.

With haste, Æflinàr shouted. “Timiárï èilá Ermià!” A thick branch grew in a second from the behind tree to par Nèamöräth’s blow.

He reached out and grabbed the branch, and where he held formed the hilt of a sword, and the branch behind cast it free. The branch in front of the hilt moulded into a surprisingly sharp and strong blade.

“Ermià Nìr èilá sèlnaí!” He said, before blocking another blow.

The veil of darkness faded. They all turned to face the stream as the waters and rocks shifted, and critters scurried away in fright. There the rocks and waters formed a beastly golem.

Äarvöa charged toward it as it to her, and they started to fight.

“Kïrtäst!” Shouted Nèamöräth, and the golem disintegrated. He stared at Æflinàr, his face grimmer than before. “Now you shall die.”


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Here's another short story I have wrote, probably back in 2016. It was set in a universe I had been working on. Despite its age, I hope you enjoyed!