ArtistofElves

I write a story of love, friendship, loyalty, betrayal and death. Three people fighting for supremacy, and surval. The fate of three princesses is also told in this tale. One to be empress, one for death, and one for imprisonment, tied together and yet only one is a stranger. This tale starts like this. For generations the elves and the tall eagle like Antinancos hade a back and forth of war and peace. Remaining like that until one day, from the darkness underground, reptile like race appeared. They called them self’s the Chimolus. Their leader was Bujune the Ettina (blood crown in elfish) and his daughter Desdemona. This where are story starts. Estunala (teeth of spears) Capital of the Chimolus Bujune sat on the throne in his new palace. His was handsome for his race, as well as tall. His scales were red gold, graying on the edges with green eyes, the cut of his mane like hair made him look like a wild beast. The light brown was held with a gold crown

Your words cut like knives, but you forget to aim. The places you gladly cut, they do not kill. All they do is leave scars, scars that only fade with time. Time cannot heal the damage, damage that stays forever

I write a story of love, friendship, loyalty, betrayal and death. Three people fighting for supremacy, and surval. The fate of three princesses is also told in this tale. One to be empress, one for death, and one for imprisonment, tied together and yet only one is a stranger. This tale starts like this. For generations the elves and the tall eagle like Antinancos hade a back and forth of war and peace. Remaining like that until one day, from the darkness underground, reptile like race appeared. They called them self’s the Chimolus. Their leader was Bujune the Ettina (blood crown in elfish) and his daughter Desdemona. This where are story starts. Estunala (teeth of spears) Capital of the Chimolus Bujune sat on the throne in his new palace. His was handsome for his race, as well as tall. His scales were red gold, graying on the edges with green eyes, the cut of his mane like hair made him look like a wild beast. The light brown was held with a gold crown

Your words cut like knives, but you forget to aim. The places you gladly cut, they do not kill. All they do is leave scars, scars that only fade with time. Time cannot heal the damage, damage that stays forever

One summer in the eventide Young Nelly in her garden sat Playing in the fading light As the sun sank ever low And the shadows stretched and grew The garden’s shape began to change Becoming something strange and new The shrubs and trees became a forest Blocking the dying light of day Their roots and branches leaving space Like a path to show the way Nelly looked round and saw nothing But the forest overgrown Not seeing anything but trees No sign of her familiar home Slightly frightened, yet courageous Nelly set down the magic path Curiosity drove her forward The path continuing ever onward Through the strange and dark woodland In time, the trees began to thin, And opened to a clearing Where sat a boy made up of stars All glittering and gleaming “Greetings to you, dearest girl, “How fare you this fine evening?” Said Nelly, “I am faring well “Though I would like it if you tell “Me how to get back home. “My mother and father will be waiting “And they will be cross and worried “If I arrive