Of Elves and Dark Elves (RP with Lavenderncream)
The young elf with captivating silver hair walked through the forest. Normally the trees where friends to all elves, but the darkness around him made that trees seem sinister. He flinches at every twig that cracked under his feet, every bird that called out into the night, every wolf howl in the distance.
He remembered what had occured moments before. He remembered the hulking savage giants that decended upon thier clan. He remembered hiding and seeing his mother be beaten to death by one of them, and his father dying while trying to save her. The very thought of it brought tears to the adolecent's eyes. He could have saved them.
When the trolls had gone he had ran out to his mother's side, begging her to get up. Weakly she gave him the pendant she wore around her neck all the time and told him to always treasure it. Then she died. The silverette had tried to wake up his father, and the rest of the elves laying dead on the ground, but it was no use. He had felt panic rising in his chest and fled.