CHAPTER 2:Aftermath

High in the sky

Looking down on us

The morning star rises from the east

Stands side to side with the sun

Basking in the glory of the world

It is the year of the void 338, 5000 years after the war of the three races against the demon invaders, the invaders had been killed or suppressed and the three races were back to being neither friendly nor enemies.

Actually before the demons invaded, the three races were full blown enemies, even though they never fought a full blown war, they always had skirmishes and every of their citizens always had disagreements, the proud elves always held every single non elf in disdain, the fierce beasts wanted all natural resources in the forests to themselves, and the abyss race craved murder and violence, the three races were always neck to neck.

Of course, that was until the demons arrived, at the beginning the three races wanted all the glory to themselves, but after countless massacres and losing a good chunk of their armies to the demon invaders they decided to band together.

But now, the generations of leaders that worked together were gone, and only the younger and prouder generation were on the throne.

In the Palace of the elves(which is more like a city) one could hear the sounds of hooves hitting the ground, you would probably think they were horses, but no, they are winged fierce beast known as griffins, and they seemed to be dragging a very expensive carriage made completely from icy gold, this kind of gold could only be crafted using the hottest sky fire in whole of planet nova, one could imagine the identity of the man in the carriage, he is the incoming king, the Prince of the elves, the successor of the House of Beldroth. Prince Gorwin Beldroth.

The carriage stopped in front of the Palace and the Prince walked out of the carriage in the midst of gasp from the women of the elven Palace, the elves had always been a very vain race, they revered anything beautiful and believed themselves to be the most perfect race in the whole of nova.

But the Prince, in terms of looks could be said to be over perfect, standing at 6ft4 with a skin as smooth as a baby's bottom and his long sharp and pointy ears which sent the female elves squealing, coupled with his godlike face and that gentle smile he always had on, Prince beldroth could be said to be the number one lady killer in the whole elven kingdom, coupled with his royal identity he's basically seen as the perfect elf in the elven kingdom.

Prince gorwin stood there admiring the Palace and the beauty of the Palace, he couldn't help but think, one day all of these would be for me, one day I will rule over the whole elven kingdom, but deep inside him.

He knew, he knew he wasn't just satisfied with being king, ever since he was born he had been praised as the best, the best in everything, the best in elementalism, the best in politics, the best in knowledge, gorwin even thought he was the best in the whole planet.