Cambria was the last stronghold of the Elves, Set upon a craggy outcrop, Surrounded by deep lush forest, The only way to the small citadel is a small stair cut in to the cliff, The valley below was usually filled with lush blue lakes and a large oak forest, But now it was slowly being taken over by Humans, Coming to finally squash the Elf race once and for all.
Gabriel woke up with a start his Persian green eyes snapping open, Groaning lightly he runs a hand through his medium length silver hair, Feeling his hand wet with perspiration he climbs out of bed heading in to the bathroom, Reaching out in to the dark for the familiar feel of his hand towel he slowly runs it over his face and body. Feeling the heat emanating from the scar that runs from his right shoulder down to his navel, Still as red as the day it was given to him by ( Enter other character here. ) " Almost two hundred years to the day. " He mused to himself, Putting the towel back in place he walks back in to the bedroom, Knowing full well that he won't be able to fall back asleep he decides to start his day early. Taking two steps over the padded carpet he opens up the large oak wardrobe pulling out a light leather jerkin, Quickly lifting it up and letting it settle over his chest before tying the laces. Sitting down in the chair by the door he pulls on his trusty kid leather thigh high boots, Jumping up and down lightly on the balls of his feet he opens the door in to the pre-dawn night.
Rolling his shoulders lightly he starts on his morning ritual jog, His feet navigating him easily down the forest path in the near pitch black. Feeling the cool air rush past his face and the smells of the forest assailing his nose starts to work the night terrors out of his body. Feeling the ground slowly start to dip he slowed his place knowing he was coming to the spot, Breaking through the last trees at barely a fast walking pace he stops and sits on the edge of the large cliff, A small stone rattling down it makes the only sound around him as he looked down on the valley below. Making a mental note of all the new encampments he slowly rises to his feet brushing the dust and dirt off the back of his trousers before jogging back towards the citadel.
Dawn finally broke as he entered in to the palace, The early morning light streaming through the large stained windows painting strange patterns across the floor as he enters the war room, Thinking he would be alone he was in for a shock when he saw his father standing there leaning over the replica board of the valley below. " Morning Father. " He was ignored as per usual, Having to work around his father was a nightmare but he managed to replicate all the new encampments and defenses without disturbing him too much from his trance like state. As he went to leave to go and suit up for the day he finally hears his father speak.
" Prepare yourself Gabriel. We go to war. "
Gabriel woke up with a start his Persian green eyes snapping open, Groaning lightly he runs a hand through his medium length silver hair, Feeling his hand wet with perspiration he climbs out of bed heading in to the bathroom, Reaching out in to the dark for the familiar feel of his hand towel he slowly runs it over his face and body. Feeling the heat emanating from the scar that runs from his right shoulder down to his navel, Still as red as the day it was given to him by ( Enter other character here. ) " Almost two hundred years to the day. " He mused to himself, Putting the towel back in place he walks back in to the bedroom, Knowing full well that he won't be able to fall back asleep he decides to start his day early. Taking two steps over the padded carpet he opens up the large oak wardrobe pulling out a light leather jerkin, Quickly lifting it up and letting it settle over his chest before tying the laces. Sitting down in the chair by the door he pulls on his trusty kid leather thigh high boots, Jumping up and down lightly on the balls of his feet he opens the door in to the pre-dawn night.
Rolling his shoulders lightly he starts on his morning ritual jog, His feet navigating him easily down the forest path in the near pitch black. Feeling the cool air rush past his face and the smells of the forest assailing his nose starts to work the night terrors out of his body. Feeling the ground slowly start to dip he slowed his place knowing he was coming to the spot, Breaking through the last trees at barely a fast walking pace he stops and sits on the edge of the large cliff, A small stone rattling down it makes the only sound around him as he looked down on the valley below. Making a mental note of all the new encampments he slowly rises to his feet brushing the dust and dirt off the back of his trousers before jogging back towards the citadel.
Dawn finally broke as he entered in to the palace, The early morning light streaming through the large stained windows painting strange patterns across the floor as he enters the war room, Thinking he would be alone he was in for a shock when he saw his father standing there leaning over the replica board of the valley below. " Morning Father. " He was ignored as per usual, Having to work around his father was a nightmare but he managed to replicate all the new encampments and defenses without disturbing him too much from his trance like state. As he went to leave to go and suit up for the day he finally hears his father speak.
" Prepare yourself Gabriel. We go to war. "
