Fantasy Comp 2!
username: CHiCKINS
word count: 1087
other: all characters, especially Dely, are mine <3
entry:
In an Elven kingdom called the Orion Kingdom, under the shade of a dormant volcano lived a small town. Although the locals had no name for their town, outsiders often called it Le Ville du Destin - the Town of Destiny. The town had birthed many heroes in the kingdom, and many often specifically traveled there in hopes of their unborn child becoming a hero.
On the outskirts of the town, near the forest, was a small house were a family of wood elves lived. Wood elves, one of the rarer breeds of elf, were mostly friendly. Their deep connection with the Earth and it’s life made their mana very desirable for Wizard Spells, however.
This specific family of wood elves had managed to evade the Wizards by living in the small town on the outskirts of the Orion Kingdom. They lived peacefully, happy as can be. Well, all of them except one.
Dely was born under normal circumstances. His parents did not expect him to be special.
However, he was born with a prophecy surrounding him. The pastor himself of scared of the wood elf as a child, and soon enough, so were his own parents. Dely’s early life was spent friendless and unloved.
This prophecy came from the very volcano the town was under. The volcano itself had sent a message, and the pastor had undoubtedly been terrified of what that message read.
Although you live in peace now, your kind will be threatened by the firstborn of one of your own.
For ages, firstborns were tested for signs of showing un-elvish powers. Of course, none showed them until Dely came along.
With his strange stripes and heterochromic eyes, he was clearly an oddball from the start.
Other than his odd behavior and looks, he was your common wood elf. On top of his head was a mop of outrageously messy blonde hair, and his eyes were the color of the sky and the grass. He was small for his breed and was often stepped on my even members of his own species. His ears were pointed, just as all elves’ were, and his body was layered with strange grey stripes. He often wore a brown poncho over his bare body, along with a bow, a sack of arrows, and a pair of silk shorts.
Dely’s name was a common one in town, although that was a result of the deathly prophecy, he liked to think it was for the good deeds he did.
Now, he certainly was no lowly servant, but he did as he was told by his parents and King Oliver, the current holder of the Town’s sacred Crown, along with Paster Usevft. He also enjoyed helping others, as it helped them trust him. Well, a little bit, anyway.
Currently, the young elf boy was occupied with sweeping his mother’s bakery, all while humming a sweet tune and sipping some herbal tea he had made.
The chiming of a bell caught the elf’s attention, and he looked up from the floor.
“Ah, mon cher! Comment avez-vous été?” A younger elf with long, pink hair and dark skin walked into the shop, a smile on her face and her forked tongue flicking in and out of her mouth as she spoke.
“English, dear Cherith.” He hummed in a singsong voice. He was trying to teach his younger sister English, after all.
“Ah, sorry, dear brother. I’m really trying.” She young elf girl twirled on her heels before sitting down in a white chair at the nearest table, avoiding Dely’s sweeping as she did so.
“What’s up?” Dely asked, prying open the door for a split second and sweeping the dust outside.
“Didn’t you hear? The volcano sent another message!” Dely stopped in his tracks. He pinned his ears to the back of his head and gulped nervously, his palms immediately starting to sweat.
“R-really?” he asked, turning back around. He never enjoyed discussing the volcano. It had cursed him with a horrid prophecy, after all.
“Yes! The Pastor is has been looking for you! He says it’s about you!” Cherith huffed. She got to her feet and grabbed her older brother’s hand.
“H-hey!” He didn’t have time to protest anymore, as he was whisked away with his broom still in hand. Cherith dragged him through the streets. He apologized to every elf he passed, although they didn’t really seem to care.
After much dragging, the two finally came to their destination - the pastor’s house. Cherith knocked on the door, and it only took a few seconds for someone to peak through the peephole.
“Who is it?” A cranky voice asked.
“Dear Pastor Usevft, it is Cherith and Dely. We have come to discuss the volcano’s message.” Cherith smiled brightly. A few locks could be heard from the other side of the wooden door, and soon the blue blockage swung open and a stout elf stood there. His long, scraggly, grey beard nearly touched the floor, and his eyebrows were furrowed.
He growled and said something under his breath, but the Pastor let the two wood elves in his home.
“The volcano. Last night, it sent me a message.” The Pastor began even before the two had sat down on his floral chairs.
“It sent a message?”
“Indeed, However, I can only read part of it. You, young one, are the only one that can read it.” The Pastor retired to his study to grab something and came back not a few seconds later with a rock. In it, there were strange symbols inscribed.
“M-me?” Dely squeaked. The Pastor nodded his head.
“Well… let him see it then!” Cherith rudely announced. The Pastor simply rolled his eyes and placed the volcanic rock in the blonde wood elf’s hands.
“Th-these symbols… they’re familiar, but I don’t know them for sure.” He said although it was clear he knew many of the words by the expression on his face.
“He who… uh… who once was cursed shall… or should… be the savior of the Kingdoms. When the Sun aligns with the moon, the cursed will meet at the sun, and freedom will arise.” The elf boy tilted his head slightly and pinned his ears to his head.
“This is about me?”
“Yes. you are to travel out into the Valley of the Sun and meet with creatures from other lands in order to save the kingdoms.”
“But, what do we-”
“Silence!” The pastor brought down his cane and a crash sounded through the room. The boy was quickly silenced, as commanded.
“Pack your things, young one. You and you alone head out tonight.”