friendly, undead killing, elf
22ac, 15fort, 18ref, 16will
longbow and double scimitars
My parents died a long time ago when I was young. My older sister, Midthel, and I were raised by our parent’s friends, but we were our own family. We were very close. We were trained to hunt and my Midthel was better than me. We spent much of our youth in the wild learning what nature had to teach us.
Our little village __________ was near ___________. As time went on we found more and more aberrant creatures in our woods destroying what we loved. ______________’s (evil one) creations were getting closer to our village than ever before.
The elders called a meeting to decide what to do. Many elves wanted to fight. The evil around us was growing. Too much of our way of life was being destroyed. My sis wanted to fight, but I was unsure, we were terribly outnumbered and the number of aberrant creatures was growing. Our forest was not going to be safe much longer, let alone our village.
One night some elves went and destroyed many of the evil one’s machines. The evil one led an army to our village and started attacking everything. I grabbed what I could and told my sis to come, but she wouldn’t. She grabbed her bow and went to fight.
As I followed her to the middle of the village we got there just as the evil one’s army did. Midthel started shooting arrow after arrow. I was a bit behind her trying to get her to come with me. Then an explosion launched us into the air. I landed in some nearby bushes. As I came to I heard Midthel yelling and I could only watch as the aberrant creatures dragged her to the evil one at the center of our village. The evil one’ voice boomed over the destruction around us, “Anyone who chooses to fight will end up like this.” He spoke some dark magic and my sis hovered in the air. She screamed and twisted for what seemed like forever. She finally fell to the ground. When she got up I knew that creature was no longer my Midthel. She arose in such a slow methodical way and had a completely blank look in her eyes. Her face had no expression as she raised her bow.
I watched as she fired arrow after arrow at our fellow elves. My sis was gone. I screamed, “No!” after the first arrow. By the fifth arrow her bow was facing me. I watched as she struggled in pulling back the arrow. In that instant I knew what was going to happen. I raised my bow and fired the arrow and watched Midthel fall. As soon as her body hit the floor, I was gone. Too many emotions flew through me: love, despair, anger, and hate. None of them had control of me, but I felt them all.
That evening I crept my way back to our village. I didn’t think anything would be left, but I had to find Midthel’s body. I found her where she fell. I carried her into the forest to release her soul. I kept her ring as a reminder of who she was and what I did.