itâs âDark Soul,â the famous protagonist of the hit franchise, Dark Souls! known for his famous quotes: âeverything is darkest before the soulâ and âevery soul has its darkâ
Using prompts High Elves and Daggers from Fantasy Fiction.
Alright, lemme tell you about summer in the realm of Eldykia. Itâs like, sweat-your-balls-off-or-whatever-the-equivalent-is-when-you-donât-have-balls hot. Like seriously get me some lemonade itâs making me sweat just thinking about it.
The Verdreen Forest is well-known in Eldykia for being the hottest, so you know itâs gonna hot all up in there. Weâre talking like high 40s maybe even 50s and I have no idea what that is in your barbaric temperature system but I think we can all agree itâs a big number.
Sylph was taking a sip from the biggest, condensationiest, ice-cube clinkingiest pitcher of lemonade you ever did see, and watching the sun rise high in the sky. Sylph was a high elf, who usually live in like palaces or whatever but Sylph considered herself âtoo hot for this hellholeâ and ditched that place faster than an angry mob on moonseve. Itâs hot. Itâs hot in this forest. Do you get that are you getting that?
Sylph was incredibly hot by the way. Both meanings.
âUgh itâs like too hot here but like thatâs like the reason Iâm here so I guess I shouldnât complain,â she said as she shielded her eyes from the sun.
At that moment the sun grew incredibly bright, almost blinding Sylph. When the light subsided, a dagger floated in the air in front of her face. Sylph was used to seeing mirages (her brain had been fried every summer for like as long as elves live which is a really long time) but she wasnât used to daggers, especially daggers that spoke:
âHey there Iâm a dagger yâall like my lil appearing stunt?â The dagger swivelled from side to side as if looking around the forest, but it didnât have eyes, so it was really just so you can relate and understand what itâs doing. âWhat? No oneâs around here. The forest used to be all full of all kinds of animals and birdsâŠâ
âBirds are animals idiot,â retorted Sylph, and she went back to sipping the lemonade. This would go away eventually.
âNo you donât understand,â the dagger continued, âyouâve gotta save the forest. My god it is hot here is it supposed to be this hot? I donât remember it being this hot. I want to tell you a story thatâll take ages and it will tell you everything you need to know about the history of this forest and why you should come with me to help save itââ
âLook dagger *sip* I donât care about your stupid story, or whatever quest you have for me. If you have a quest, then ask some other high elf. I donât do *sip* quests.â
âBut itâll save your forest!â
âItâs not mine, I donât care what happens to it.â
âButââ the dagger started. But it realised it would be pointless. Instead, it started to swing in the air, the sun glinting off its edge as it created incredibly complicated patterns. The edge began to leave behind a trail of light that eventually created a circle with various runes in the middle. Then the dagger pulled back, and stabbed through the circle, into Sylph.
âWhat did you do?â Sylph looked around. The Verdreen forest was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she was standing in the middle of a field, with nothing breaking the flat expanse except the tomb in front of her. The tomb was built up out of rock, with grass growing over the top. The door was almost crumbling in on itself, and had runes on it similar to the ones the dagger drew in the air.
âI teleported us here!â replied the dagger. âI knew you wouldnât come help me or your forest on your own, but now that youâre here youâll definitely help right? Itâs for a good cause⊠And when youâre done Iâll take you home. And the forest wonât be so hot. Trust me itâs like an ancient artifact sixth sense I have.â
âThis is like a kidnapping or whatever! My parents will hear about this!â
âYou are threatening a dagger that appeared to you from out of the sun and teleported you halfway across the realm do you really think I care about your parents?â
âFine,â Sylph said begrudgingly, âletâs get this over with.â
And with that they were in the tomb. It was pretty standard tomb affair: dust everywhere, crumbling stones, maze-like rooms, dead skelemen lying on their backs with treasures all around them. Sylph took interest in the treasure, but the dagger stopped her before she could do anything.
âSaving the forest first, treasure later,â it said as it waggled itself in a disapproving manner.
Sylph made her way around the tomb with the dagger floating gently behind her. In one room a spider had made a huge web covering almost the entire doorway. Sylph walked right through. âHey, Iâm webbing here!â shouted the spider from behind her.
Finally she found a trapdoor in the floor of one of the chambers. âThis is the place,â the dagger said, and Sylph flung open the door. The dagger flew in at great speed: âSee you down there, itâs just a straight corridor so just follow it and youâll come to the place!â
The walls of the cave-like corridor were made of stone, slick with moisture. Sylph noticed that, while it was cool in the tomb, it was getting colder and colder as she went further into the cave. The water on the stones became ice, and Sylph watched her step as she walked further down. She had thoughts of just ditching this dagger loser, but then it might come after her again, and she didnât know how to get home. It was less effort just to keep walking.
Finally, she came to a large room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were entirely ice, with the ceiling being covered in icicles that protruded menacingly, almost to the floor. In the centre of the room was the dagger, floating next to a small orb. The room was cold, but the orb must have been much colder, because it was smoking like dry ice or something, and the fog was filling the room in a really cool way. It also let off light that reflected off the ice, which combined with the fog made Sylph feel like she was at a concert.
As she walked in she noticed the dagger was floating around the orb, doing something that she couldnât quite see. When it noticed her presence it suddenly stopped.
âTook your time,â said the dagger. Its voice had taken a strange turn. It sounded like it was expecting, waiting for something to happen. âAlright, all the realmâs coldness is trapped in this orb. If you smash the orb, the cold will escape. And then your forest, and your realm, will go back to normal! Use these to pick it up.â The dagger pointed towards some gloves that were lying on a shelf inset into the wall. Reluctantly, Sylph put them on. She carefully walked over to the orb. Just pick it up and smash it, then she could go home. The lemonade was probably warm by now. She raised it high over her head (the dagger was vibrating with excitement), and let it fall.
The orb smashed against the ice of the floor, shattering into a million million pieces. Some of the pieces flew directly into Sylphâs leg, hurting her badly. Some went into the icicles, breaking them and creating still more shards. Suddenly there was a chill wind which blew from where the orb used to be, blowing the fog around so Sylph couldnât see. The pieces lodged in her leg and on the floor flew around into a swirling whirlwind in the centre of the room. After some time she heard a voice echo throughout the chamber:
âDID YOU THINK I CARED ABOUT YOUR STUPID FORESTâ
The fog fell back to the ground and in front of Sylph stood the skeleton of a giant. The gaps between its bones were filled with ice, and every time it spoke or moved it made the creaking of ice breaking and reforming. The dagger flew into its right hand, and immediately became a huge sword, fog flowing from its edge, the edge itself taking on a blue sheen.
âI MAY AS WELL TELL YOU WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOUR PITIFUL REALM. THANKS TO MY LOVELY ICEWIND,â he stroked the sword lovingly, âAND YOU, COLD WILL RULE ONCE MORE. TOO LONG HAS THE ETERNAL SUMMER LASTED. NOW BEGINS THE NEXT ICE AGE!â With these words, he raised Icewind above his head. A blow from such a sword by such a wielder would easily kill her, Sylph realised. She dodged out of the way, but slipped on the ice and fell back down. Her leg hurt too badly to run away; she had to stand, and fight, to repair her mistake. She realised in that moment she really did care about the forest, about the realm, about her family. And now she would die here, unnamed and unknown, except as the one who ruined the world once more. She stood, ready to fight till her last.
The sword came in for another swing. She dodged as best she could, hiding behind the icicles that remained, trying to get closer to the skeleton. Eventually she was within armâs reach. She punched the ribs, but the ice was as hard as stone, and she did nothing but hurt her hand.
âHAHAHA, YOU THINK YOU CAN DEFEAT ME THUS? IT TOOK HUNDREDS OF MAGES JUST TO SEAL ME IN THAT ORB, AND IT MERELY WEAKENED ME. WHAT DO YOU HOPE TO ACHIEVE?.
âACCEPT YOUR FATE. YOU WILL DIE HERE. MAKE IT QUICK, AND YOU NEED NOT SUFFER.â
âI may die, but more will take my place. You will die too: this I know. I may have made a mistake but--â
âENOUGH.â And with that, the skeleton brought about his sword, and connected with Sylphâs head. Her vision went black, and she saw no more.
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