A Storm Is Coming...

Location : Above Mayarashi Mountain

Date : Unknown

That day was peculiar to say the least. There was something strange was happening with nature. As if a calamity was about to born. War of the races was finally starting to slow down. But only because beasts and humans were barely holding their ground and Vampires were just taking their time. Elven was the only race to not take part in this madness. But not because they didn't want to but were forbidden. so they stayed neutral so far.

"How long do you think the bad weather is going to last, master?" An Elf girl name Thea asked looking outside of window. The only reason the castle she was in was still intact and it's windows not broken because everything was enchanted.

She was 5'8" with fair rosy skin and golden hair and silver eyes. it was almost hypnotic to look at her. Training had left no ounce of extra fat on her body. She was apprentice of the oracle Minerva. She was wearing light combat robe of silver color with many intricate designs on it. It was as much techy as it was powerful. A true masterpiece.

"Not sure, young spirit. This is not a normal storm. Storm don't come this time of year."

A voice came out from a dark corner of the room.

"Then why oracles don't end it?" Thea Asked. Her confusion was getting better of her. She was told by her mentor from an early age that one should never betray their emotions. Not even curiosity or confusion.

She knew her master was the strongest oracle of last millenia and an excellent weather witch. She had seen her making it rain on deserts, drying the floods, stopping jungle fires. The storm was indeed strong but not again combined strength of oracle order.

"Because we guide the elemental energy not command it." An old lady emerged from the shadows.

"Welcome, master Linnea. What do you mean but guide not command it? what is the difference?" Thea bowed to the elder oracle while before asking the question.

"Now is not the time child."

She walked toward the wall on Thea's right and kneeled.

"How many survived?" Minerva asked Linnea.

Linnea lower her ever more. She remained silent for few moments before answering.

"Only the luckiest." Linnea replied.

"Did you rescue him?"

"Yes"

Thea wanted to ask what her teachers were talking about but she knew better to not interrupt a conversation between elders.

"Are you sure about this?" Linnea asked.

"We don't have a choice." Minerva replied. She was terrified by the implications of the storm that was ravaging the mountains she called home. She leaned back in her chair. And looked at Thea. Who was looking at her with Many questions in her eyes. A slime crept up on her face realizing how hard it was to have a student so eager to learn everything.

"Can we do the same for Thea too? She could carry our knowledge and He could use a companion." Minerva asked Linnea hoping her companion would agree.

"I'll gather everyone then." Linnea dissolved into the shadow of the table.

"Who were you talking about, master? And, are you sending me on a mission?" Thea finally asked her mentor.

"Prince of Elven Dynasty. And, no. Only to survive." Her voice was sad but firm. She had rarely seen her master betray

"What do you mean?"

"Elven kingdom was attacked by Vampires three nights ago. They harbored everyone they could in capital and strengthened the defenses but by the time dust settled only handful of elves remained alive. And are being hunting down."

"B_But w_w_why? w_we didn't even go into war." Thea's legs gave out as her bow clattered on the floor.

"Wars aren't devoid of underhanded means, child."

"What about Aegnor Houshold?" Thea Aegnor, first born and heir of Aegnor Houshold, asked among hiccups.

"They were among first line of defense. Your father was leading the Elven army" Thea was staring at her master asking a silent question.

Minerva shook her head and Thea closed her eye shut with intensity crying.

Minerva approached her apprentice holding her into and an tight embrace and lulling her. She was a woman looking into her early sixties with grayed blue hairs and wrinkles on her face and was wearing a silver embroidered black robe. She was over 1300 years old Elf and strongest oracle for last millenia.

Oracles will go to war with Vampire King and failure wasn't an option anymore or civilization as they knew would end. Least she could do was to protect her beloved god-daughter and apprentice.