I am the Warlock Odus, eye of lightning and my dragon is Nylrys, the eternal one. My loyal friend and I have been alive for many centuries, but the knowledge we hold was not easy to come by. Sit down, young Warlock, and let me tell you the story of the enchanted country of Nepulan.
To understand this story, you must know that this ancient land was run by the three original races, the Woodland Elves, the High Elves, and the Dark Elves. The Woodland Elves were best known for their ties to nature, the High Elves known for the elements, and the Dark Elves known for their brute strength and dark magic. The Elves all signed a blood Oath stating that they would stay seperate, only trading goods and directions to the nearest port. The most important part of the pact was that they could never invade each others’ homes. Remember this. Now...let us begin.
Mnementh Ralofina sat by the Great Lake, its beauty breathtaking and absolute. The Flaring Mountains surrounded the Woodland City of Ares Serine. A small opening lay ahead, the only way onto the beach. White sand packed the ground, and a gentle breeze blew through Mnementh’s hair. With a deep breath, Mnementh gracefully got up and turned his back to the Lake. One more look, he told himself. Being a Woodland Elf meant that he was one with nature. The woods were his home and the animals his friends. A large speck of white blocked his vision, and his heart stopped. The High Elves had come, which could only mean one thing: they broke the most sacred agreement. They broke the Pact. Summoning all of his energy, Mnementh leaped onto a tree, and continued to leap from one tree to another. He needed to get to Ares Serine before it was too late.
As Mnementh landed at the gates of his home, his vision grew red, and his sight darkened. Their sacred tree, Eeflon, was damaged. Every single Woodland Elf would feel her pain. He was too late. The High Elves were already there. Mnementh climbed the gates to his city and saw a world of fire. Woodland Elves were being stabbed, slashed and shot full of arrows. Their arrows did no harm to the High Elves’ armor. Their metal shattered when it came in contact with the High Elves’ elven steel. An earth-shaking roar pierced Mnementh’s ears. His heart leapt with joy and hope. The young Warlock Odus had heard their cry and had come to help. He jumped off of Nylrys, his jet black dragon, and threw blasts of magic. The High Elves all turned in unison, and every High Elf threw balls of fire at the Warlock. He blocked and wove magic so fast that Mnementh’s eyes could barely keep up. Nylrys was just as deadly, raking his great claws through the ranks of enemy elves. Tongues of blue flame came from his maw and lit up the elves...