Chapter 1
Dark times have fallen on the world. War has come to the courtry of Syrana. Humans are now locked in combat with the northern territories.
We elves rarely care about the petty conflicts of man but this war does concern us all. For if the northern territorries succeed in killing all in Syrana. All that once was will be lost.
Our salvation will rely on one man's shoulders. One who will save us all from the certain doom that surrounds us like a black cloud. Darius, it all comes down to you and your companions...
Darius was a slender boy, his hair was a muddy brown that was locked in messy curls, his eyes were a gentle shade of blue, he wore a simple white tunic and wore a plain brown hose. The clothes he wore showed wear and tear, what one would expect to see from someone who had been on a long journey. The intresting thing about Darius, above all things waas the two large wings on Darius's back.
The road down which he walked was mud covered. Darius slowly trudged through the muck heading towards the nearby town of Lyndar. Darius scratched the back of his head casually as he entered the town, preparing to take a look around.
Lyndar was a small harbour town down in the heart of Syrana. Darius noticed the dark looks that the villagers were giving him. He wasn't surprised at this. He was used to getting these reactions.
"That's the problem with this war," he thought, "If you don't look like a Syranian then your treated with suspicion."
It began to rain, slow heavy droplets hit the ground, the streets began to empty as fast as possible to get out of the rain. Darius watched them scurry into the nearby buildings. Darius was begining to get wet, but he was glad that all eyes were temporairly off of him, except for the odd stranger that decided that they could survive the rain. Darius took this moment to look for a nearby tavern.
Darius entered the tavern happy to find a warm dry place. The tavern was, surprisingly, rather empty, there were only a few patrons here and there. Darius walked to the inkeeper and smiled a light smile at him. The innkeeper didn't smile back.
Darius looked at the inkeeper nervously and asked, "Could you get me a hot meal?"
The innkeep nodded slightly and moved into the back room. Darius felt an unpleasent atmosphere around him. He looked behind him to see theat all eyes were on him, all showed looks of disaproval.
Darius turned back to face the bar, ignoring the watchful eyes of the other customers. He was used to the stares, he looked abnormal and he knew it and he hated it! Walking from town to town, never staying to long, it was always the same and those wings were the cause of it.
Two of the men who were watching Darius stood up and walked towards him, hateful expressions on their faces.
One of the men tapped Darius on the shoulder, "Hey you," the man said an obvious hint of gruffness in his voice.
Darius turned to face the two men, his expression was neutral, "Yes," Darius asked.
"Do you know about the war that's going on right now?"
"Yeah, yeah I do," Darius replied turning back to the bar.
The second man grabbed Darius's shoulder and turned him around.
"Then you know your kind doesn't belong here!" The first man threatened, both men motioning to their swords.
"Well actually I'm-"
What happened then was a blur, the men did not let Darius finish his sentence. They drew thier long swords from thier sheaths and made ready to swing at the defenseless boy. The men noticed something was wrong when thier strike sailed over Darius's head. They looked down at him and noticed that they were now about three feet above ground. They stared at Darius in horror seeing that he had his hand out and was making them float to what was now at least seven feet higher than everyone else in the tavern.
Darius showed a serious look to the two men. They were just like the men he met at the last town and the town before that and the town before that. It angered him, he didn't want the wings he had, he didn't want any of that. Unfortunately he had them regardless if he wanted them or not.
"Get out!" said a voice behind him.
Darius turned his head slightly noticing that there was a sword right next to his neck, the arm attached to it was the innkeeper's.
"I said get out you monster!" the innkeeper's voice shouted.
Darius sighed, he thought it best to leave now. He stood up and walked towards the door. The people were silent as they stared at one of two things, the men who were still held up in the air, or the man who held them who had just reached the door. Darius let his grip on the two men go and let them crash to the floor with a thud, the men were all right but they still showed looks of horror on thier faces. Darius then walked out of the tavern leaving the patrons alone in the tavern.
Utter silence had fallen on the crowd, which showed looks ranging from fear to anger. There was one person in the crowd though who showed an entirely diffrent look; a look of intrigue. The figure was hooded so the only feature shown was the person's eyes, which were a shade of, of all things, bronze. The figure walked out of the crowd and followed the footsteps of the young boy and left the tavern.
