• Aren walking away from the village he had been living in for 12 years. Looking back at the village, without saying good bye to all the friends he had made, was rough on him. Sack over his back he trudged on.
    Nearly over ten years ago Aren's friend Doom, perished in battle. But then the sudden visit from his old friend sparked happiness and fear in him. He was glad to see his old friend was still alive but, how did he survive? And fear was always there, Doom had tried to kill him earlier, so he was definantly a threat.
    The sun grew dim on the horizon and Aren knew he had to set up camp soon. The cool air of the night was coming. Aren gathered some wood and started a fire, that feeling came to him again that he was being watched. He knew his senses were keen, so he trusted that someone was really watching him. Looking around, yawning he tried to figure out which way the enemy was. With little success he closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep.
    He heard a footstep, faint, but it was there. Then as if by miracle the trap he set was sprung. A Female's voice was heard as she fell.
    "Clever, I suppose I should have thought that you would have put traps up" Said the Female.
    "What is your name? And what do you want from me?" Asked Aren
    " I am Elva, one of the 7 living elves still to roam this Earth." Said Elva "And for as what I want with you, nothing in particular. I was just passing by when I spotted you walking the countryside at this time of hour."
    "So Elva why are you all the way out here in the country?" Asked Aren.
    "Nothing that concerns you." Said the elf.
    Elva walked out into the opening. The bright moon shining on her face, She looked fairly young, but you can never really tell with elves they live for what seems like forever. Bluish-blond hair. Blue eyes. Smooth skin. Beautiful. Elva had a bow and a Sword, the bow seemed to be made of some enchanted wood, for it was a green. As for the sword, the sword was blue, like her hair, it had a sapphire in the hilt.
    Aren welcomed her for some tea and bread. They chatted and then went to sleep.

    The next morning they awoke bright and early, had some drink and bread and were on their way. Elva decided to join Aren after he told her of the story of his friend appearing and then attacking him. She found it was strange, as though he wanted something from him. Aren had nothing of real value of course, his sword was made by the elves, that was priceless and the ring he wore was given to him by a king. And then all of a sudden, the suspicious feeling was upon him again. He felt Elva tense as she felt it too.
    Both drew their swords ready for combat. Doom came jumping out of the bush and attacking Elva, of course Elva deflected the sword easily and pulled out a knife nearly stabbing Doom in the leg. Doom paced backwards a bit and uttered a word, a black jolt of what seemed to be lightning shot out of his palm. Aren blocked the black jolt with his sword. Doom seemed to be rather shocked to find that Aren was able to deflect that attack.
    Doom's sword was starting to glow, a faint black. The glow kept becoming more visible by the second. Soon it was so noticable that it was almost like there was no blade to the sword anymore.
    Elva and Aren attacked doom at the same time both missing there target. Aren uttered a word and 5 ice shards shot out at Doom, two hit him and the others missed. Doom wounded now was weak, he had to do something. Aren took Dooms wounds as an advantaged pulled his sword above his head and hit Doom square in the middle of his skull. Doom turned in a pile of ashes.
    It wasn't Doom they had fought but a clone.

    (Part 3 Coming soon)