The elven city of Crystallite Kingdom was in a state of destruction, fires burned the land, dragons created of shadow magic destroyed buildings and ate the innocent, screams of death filled the air, burned flesh entered the nostrils of citizens, and for miles and miles, people could see the illuminated destruction of the city.
Through the madness of the once great striving kingdom, several royals ran through the land, using their magic to protect from the debris of fireballs and random attacks of black magic. They decided to rest at the town square, they could protect themselves there until the madness was over.
"Who can summon their familiars? "One of the royal elves screamed.
"I can't." one screamed.
"I can't." said another.
"I can." One said, already chanting his spell.
The Royal Elf smiled, "Good, I'll summon mine too."
As the Royal Elf began to chant the spell with his partner, he heard a gurgled scream. The Royal Elf looked in horror to see the only other elf that could summon a familiar crash upon the ground, with blood spilling from his neck. The Royal Elf noticed the black arrow in his companion's flesh and a feeling of dread crawled through his spine. The scared elf turned around to see another of his companions hit the ground with a black arrow lodged in their throat.
"Please, no, Estella, why my goddess?"
Another black arrow curved by the elf's ear killing the last of his companions.
"I have magic." The elf turned around to face his killer and with several quick words a blue portal opened, releasing the elf's bipedal boar of a familiar, "Protect me you're bounded by the oath."
The Boar creature roared into the destruction of the night.
"It's only two elves, my magical grades were the highest in the academy." The Royal Elf began to feel bravery in his heart, "I'll take you down Shawn Bolt, and that little warlock of an elf too."
As if he was summoned the Royal Elf saw the silhouette of one of the killers, breaking from the fog of death and decay was the intimidating Shawn Bolt. The warrior Tailed-Elf, like all of his kind, was born with hardly any magic but he made up for it in physical prowess. He sported black skintight armor that covered his chest and felt like cloth, on his right hand was a black and green gauntlet, he wore baggy yet fit pants of cloth, and black combat boots made from the hide of the toughest of animals.
"What is this for!" Screamed the Royal Elf, "For the Princess, you destroy your kingdom for one female body!"
Shawn didn't answer and kept walking forward.
"Attack my familiar!" The Royal Elf ordered.
The familiar in the shape of a seven-foot boar man roared and charged toward the five-foot-seven elven warrior. Shawn Bolt held no fear as the furry claws came for his throat. The Royal Elf gasped when blood shot from his familiar's neck and it crashed onto the ground. The Royal Elf losing all zest for life crashed upon the cement, knowing he was defeated.
"Why, why?" The Royal Elf chanted.
Shawn walked up to the pathetic elf and bent down to match eyes with him.
"You were the strongest elven knight in the guard." The Royal Elf said, looking at Shawn's smooth dark skin, his burning green eyes, his hair of locks tainted by flesh and debris, "You had everything."
Shawn sighed and with a swift movement of his dagger the Royal Elf saw his blood leave his neck, "You royals will never understand."
As the Royal Elf saw darkness creep around his vision, he saw Shawn Bolt walk off and be reclaimed by the darkness of destruction.
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Black Shonen: Random Adventures
Teen FictionThese are just random stories spread out through the timeline of my novel series Black Shonen. Buy the novel on Amazon
