Chapter 3....Bloodshed

"Indeed, you are blessed, no one can beat you in archery", Valyun Stonevater, prince of snow elves admired his childhood friend Alaric Desmond also titled as Prince of the woods.

Alaric gets shy easily whenever someone admires him.

He's the only Prince of the woods who was blessed by the Goddess of the moon, so especially in the full moon his magical powers arise exponentially. On full moons he usually pays tribute to the Goddess of the moon.

Meanwhile, a panicked guard approached him, "Your highness! Queen of the woods called for your presence."

Queen of the woods, Hollis Desmond's chambers were filled with purple flowers which represent her magical powers.

Queen of the Wood-Hollis Desmond

"You called my presence, your Majesty", Alaric respectfully said.

" Prince Alaric, I want to assign you a top secret mission of magic smuggling", Queen's tone was commanding.

"This would be your first mission outside the elvish world, so make sure you won't become eye-catching, use disguise spell the one I teach you, remember."

Her tone was not only commanding but there was also a mother's affection in it who was worried about her kid.

Alaric gently smiled and interrupted her, "Queen mother! I understand your worries please have some faith in me."

Meanwhile, a guard centers in the queen's chamber, "Pardon my intrusion, Your majesty, we are ambushed by the enemies."

"They are dragons, rampant in our territory and killing our people. Seems like they know our secret basements."

"They attacked us, without any reason", the soldier nervously spoke.

"Queen mother, I'll lead my army to protect the holy tree", Alaric said and leave her chambers.

Prince Alaric stood vigilant, sworn to defend the sacred tree that harbored the souls of his ancestors. For generations, the elves had revered this tree, offering themselves in sacrifice to ensure its survival.

Yet, despite his valiant efforts, the prince's military strategies faltered, and the dragons ravaged the land, laying waste to the cherished garden and trees.

The elves' weaponry and army, once thought superior, proved no match for the dragons' fury.

As the days passed, the dragons continued their relentless assault, ultimately subjugating the Elven land. The prince's people were vanquished, their sacred tree on the brink of destruction.

The future of the elven race hung in the balance, as Prince Alaric faced the bleak reality of his defeat.

In a desperate bid to end the bloodshed and safeguard the future of the elven monarchy, Prince Alaric made the painful decision to surrender to the dragons.

The dragons, taken aback by the sudden surrender, paused their assault. Their chief, a majestic dragon named Tharros, approached the royal family, his eyes fixed on Prince Alaric.

Alaric stood tall, his hands bound by chains, and declared, "We yield to your power, great Tharros. Spare our people, and we will submit to your rule."

Tharros regarded the prince's words, then nod. "Your bravery is admirable, Prince Alaric. I accept your surrender. But know this, your people's fate will be decided by our dragon king Calix Ender Waller."

"They are innocent", Prince Alaric replied.

Tharros said, "I can't decide at my will, our King will decide your fate."

Prince Alaric glanced at his people who were weak, frail, old and kids. They were commoners, don't know magic than he glanced at the soldiers who died in this battle.

At that time, he was so helpless and hopeless for his people.

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