Inheritance Fanfic - The Precursor Elf

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Here is a picture of the dreaded Forest Wraith!

"Wraiths!" Iro shouted, pulling his spear out of Beo's saddle. There was no time to strap his armour on so he would have to be careful.

I will hold them off, Beo ordered, using his tail to nudge Iro towards the chasm. We learned long ago that they are no match for a dragon's breath!"

"Don't take unnecessary risks!" Iro shouted, dropping down into the city. He seized onto one of the large roots from the large tree that dangled into the hole, sliding down it to slow his descent. The root ended on the top of the roof of a familiar house.

This was Gar's house, Iro thought in pain. He remembered the young elf that played among the forest beasts with his cousin, Be-Meere. There weren't many elves in E'egroth that would walk up to the strange creatures and tackle them with a hug when their mouths could stretch enough to encompass a horse.

Shaking the painful memories away, Iro leapt off the roof into the ruined streets of his home.

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Something was wrong. Beo's fire caught on a few of the Forest Wraiths. But there were others who were bulkier due to extra layers of wooden armour. Layers that wouldn't burn.

They have adapted! Beo realised with alarm. How could he kill trees that wouldn't burn?

You forget your other weapons, another voice boomed. There was a streak of colour as a large animal pounced on one of the Wraiths. The two creatures disappeared behind the huge tree, where Beo could hear sounds of wood cracking and splintering.

Of course! Beo realised, cursing himself for being such a youngling. With a growl of defiance, he brought two Wraiths down with a swipe of his claws before snapping another in two. But there were still more coming.

He felt a presence behind him and spun around.

Don't turn your back on the enemy! the deep voice from before snapped. Beo only had time to see that the speaker was another dragon before a branch wrapped around his throat.

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By this point, Iro had made it through the city with only a single encounter with two Forest Wraiths. Iro skewered them both and sent them tumbling down a hole that led to the dangerous bowels of E'egroth. Not even a Fire Wraith could survive the molten rock down there.

Finally, he reached the chamber of the El-Dars. The roof was domed like a human cathedral with a single stalactite in the centre. A stalagmite stood in the middle of the room, mirroring its twin above.

The floor was paved with glossy smooth stones with a single large rune on each that pulsed with colour and power. On the walls were pods where the El-Dars rested eternal, protected by magic and a transparent surface that could even withstand an army.

Iro reached out to grasp the stalagmite, the only way to talk to the El-Dars when he heard a sound from behind him.

"HOW DARE YOU!" a deep voice bellowed before Iro was thrown across the room by a large weapon of sorts. He felt a sharp pain as his head cracked against the chamber wall before he fell into darkness...