2nd Moon:The Great Escape

[Dracor]

Chapter 1: The Great Escape
By: Josh Thiessen

This tale begins in a small gloomy city of Gelêno. The night was brewing up a storm with black clouds and thunder as the sound of an army screaming their battle cry. I was staying in the Dragon Tail Inn west of the town. The inn was full of the locals and grimly visitors . The only fear I had making the dwarves angry (for Dark Elves and Dwarves have a lot too argue about).
I checked in the inn with the innkeeper, Mr. Galesburg, “ I didn’t get your name Mr…” paused the innkeeper.
“ The name is Twilight,” I replied.
“ So, Mr. Twilight what business do you have in Gelêno?” said the curious man.
“Just business,” I said.
“Here’ s your key to your room Mr. Twilight, have nice evening,” the man said suspiciously.

I went to my room , I could still here the racket from all the travelers and the locals, but anyway I was thinking about what I am going to do the next day. The noise stopped and outside my room I heard two men talking (one was the innkeeper).
“Are you sure Dracor Twilight is here,” said a familiar voice, in a anxious way .
“Yes, he is here, he checked in about a hour ago, room seventeen I believe,” said the innkeeper.
“ Let me go to my business and you go to yours,” said the ere voice.

After the innkeeper walked away the other man started too mumble to him self or to some one, then he opened the door.
“Now I have found the Dark Elf, the Moon Shard is mine,” he said maniacally.
“Of course the Moon Shard! He must be the Wraith of Gothâr. I must get to Council Island of Ethosé( this is place were al of the allied races come together ),” I thought to my self. I hid in the empty wardrobe (I opened the window so it looked like I escaped). The creature was surprised that the door was unlocked and said, “Sneaky Dark Elf, you will pay dearly. Natar, my master and ruler will be pleased with his Shard in his hand.”
He had his back to me so I thought that it would the perfect time to strike.
I jumped out of the wardrobe with my sword Shadow Claw in hand.
“Foolish Elf!” the wraith screamed in rage.
Before I even had a chance to strike, he turned around and punched me in the stomach. The sword flew out of my hand and I flew into the wall.
“Dracor this time the Natar will have the Shard,” he said proudly.
But he didn’t now that I had the Dagger of Light( given to me by a High Elf king). He slashed at me with his sword, but I sidestepped just in time then I stabbed the dagger into his side. He fell to his knees and gave out shriek of terror. I pulled out the dagger, picked up my sword and jumped out the window on my horse Shadow Wing and rode off in the wind.


I was riding towards the High Elven city named Filderein, the region of the Eldorean (that is what the High Elves call them selves). Later that afternoon I heard High Elves singing (this is all I could understand ):

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Elwën, Elwën be free of despair,
You are mighty keeper of my Kin,
Let the age of Elves shine once again!
Leberthen Rithonel!
Light of the Universe!
I caught up to them. Their leader said, “Drunvak (Dark Elf), what brings you to the land of the Eldorean.” “My name is Dracor Twilight, King of the Shadowed Forest and my business is that of Council Ethosé,” I replied. “King? Council of Ethosé? Well this is a serious matter; what is the cause?” asked the High Elf. Then I said to the pondering elf, “ This is the cause.”
I held up the necklace with the Moon Shard on it. It started to glow more than it ever did.
“You also have a Shard of the Moon,” I said.
“I do, this is the fire Shard,” and he also held necklace with a shard.
My name is Jauntil, one of the Phoenix Elites,” he introduced.
“ Well my friend, I hope to se you again,” I said.
“ I will give you a travellers gift, a longbow made with ancient trees and 100 arrows. Make haste, speed be your ally!” he said with comfort .
I got back on my horse and rode into the lowering sunlight.


I came across an edge of a forest it looked very ere and foggy. There was a banded cave, so I thought I might get an early sleep.

My keen ears picked up a conversation of some screeching goblins and a troll; they woke me from my sleep.
“ Trokom, come spare a piece meat for us,” said one of the goblins.
“ Yeah, we do things for you,” said another.
“Quiet you sewer rats !I smell elf lingering in those caves,” said Trokom the troll.
“ Yes, Yes, I smell the elf, I reckon we will get some meats!” said the third goblin.
After I heard them I quickly jumped on a ledge inside the cave. First came the troll then the three goblins. The goblins were only armed with bent swords.
My horse was so black so quiet they did not even see Shadow Wing with night eyes.
“So… where is the elf, Trokom?” the tallest of the goblins said.
“ Its here I know it,” the grotesque troll replied. After they went in the cave my horse darted out of cave. The goblins ran after it. I jumped off the ledge and ran after the brigade of goblins and shot one of them through back. I noticed that the troll did not chase my horse.
“Looking for me, Elf!’’ said a booming voice. It was Trokom and an other troll clad in armour that came behind me from the shadows . Trokom had a club (it rather looked like a tree) and the armoured troll had a large spear. The troll with armour darted at me like a raging boar. So I took out my bow and pulled it back .I was too late, he was to close to fire. I dogged him just at the nick of time at shot at him. I hit him in the arm. He looked at me with rage as he gave a
roaring scream.
He started trying to stab me with his spear but I was too nimble for his liking and dodged it with ease.
I rushed him with my sword and a said with my black staff high in the air :

Winds of the north, south, east and west,
Guide my sword to strike the evil,
That marshals before me!
Kelerth Turnavna!
Wind’s Blade!

The wind started to pick up and then it stopped. The armour flew off the troll and he had markings of sword marks on him and the strikes hit all the vital places exactly. He let out a groan and fell to the ground dead in a pool of black blood. Then Trokom in his rage smacked me with his hand and I flew back. I fell on a pile of rocks I dropped my staff.
“ Well this looks like it is dear to you,” he laughed as he snapped the staff in half.
Just as I got up a rain of arrows flew over the hills and hit the troll (it seemed like all of the arrows hit Trokom). With out a groan he fell to the earth peppered with arrows . I looked back and there a company of Taltfer (Wood Elves) standing with my horse and dead goblins at their feet.
“I seen that your were in need of help. My name is Brandil a noble of Serien Forest the Taltfer realm ,” introduced the elf. The elf was tall, had sliver hair, and was clad in a green cloak with sturdy leather armour and wielded a long slender bow .
I replied, “ My name is Dracor Twilight a Lord of the Drunvak in the land of the Shadowed Woods. Your marksmanship saved me, I thank you.”
“Yes I know of this, our company sent to find you, but I guess you found us. Teltafar king of Sothril and chancellor would like to help you on your journey,” Brandil said. So I followed Brandil into Serien Forest where I would meet Teltafar in the great halls of the Taltfer.