What do people see when they think of elves? Most of the time they think of deep woods and dark secrets, old traditions and magic. People think of trees warped and toyed with by the power of some magical creature. Of a night sky glittered with tiny stars and endless comets floating from horizon to horizon. Or of a blonde hair beauty clutching her bow balancing herself on top of the largest tree in the forest, tipping her pointed ears listening for any clue of the advancing orc army. If this is something you see when you think of an elf you’re a sadly mistaken.


Imagine instead, a land frozen by grief and torment. Vast valleys of snow and Ice gleaming in the moonlight, beautiful to the eye yet vilely cold to the touch. In your minds eye think of men at war and boys torn between grief and pride as they see there fathers slain in battle. There are no beautiful trees in the world of an elf. There are valleys of pain and anguish unknown by the imagination of the great artists of the ancients. There are rivers frozen by the greed and the self serving nature of human beings. Forests weighed down by the ice of the countless deaths of innocent faceless men women and children. The world of the elf has been a wasteland of beauty created by sorrow since before we came into existence. Some say that the nature of man is what caused this. Some say that the wasteland destroyed the natural good nature of man. But of course these are all myths created to explain things that cannot be explained. I don’t know what really happened maybe someday I will find the answer but I do not have it today. I do not even know the origins of our race. If you can call what we are a race. You see elves are not born in what most people would call a traditional sense. We are created by the ora or emotions of man, when it becomes to strong for them to bare it is expelled and we are born.


My name is Mckaim I was born in the mountains of –blank-. That night it seemed the frozen landscape could tear the very soul from your body. Its bleak hills and vast blue night sky pulled at your spirit like a greedy thief. My father had been wondering through this land for days and had seen things men should not see in the previous months. He had seen armies battle in fields of blood. He had seen friends stolen from this life by this monster called war. Stolen from him in ways I will not repeat for the sake of the sanity of others who might come across my story. The short brown hair on his head was matted with layers of ice from the previous night’s storm. His stout legs began to give way beneath his tattered brown leather armor as he walked farther up the hill. His strong hands fell throw the crust of the snow and slammed onto the rock below as he struggled to support his heavy body. The thought of defeat and the lost of the only family he had known streamed through his brain and to his blue eyes to form a tear in the very center. As the tear formed I could feel a release and as it fell I felt free of my prison. My soul erupted from the tear and I pulled with all of my strength at the physical world around me. The air began to condense and form the bones and flesh running over my spirit like water. The snow began to pick up in a whirlpool around me forming strands of ice and transforming into locks of dark brown hairs attaching them to my scalp above my cold tapered ears. The weight of my body hit me hard in the knees causing them to crumble and sending me to the snow covered ground. The air dug into my skin like claws as the bitter cold air penetrated to my core. The light from the stars reflected off the snow into my eyes causing them to close. Forcing my legs back under my weak newborn body I stood in the dark nigh blinded even by the dimly lit stars. My naked body quivered as the air of the mountain nipped at my skin. The trees reached out to me with there bare fingers calling to me beckoning me to join them in there world of lonesomeness. A single cloud could be seen below me pierced by the mountain. A gust of wind tossed my hair across my face almost pushing me into the crusted snow. Light from the small town bled into the darkness of the valley leaving it cold and lifeless in the dark yet alive in some strange hellish way. I called out with all the strength I cold muster to my father…But there was no reply I could not move to him and I could feel the essence of him retreating farther and farther from me as I feel in despair back to my knees. The air began to thin as I lost my grip on the world and all was black.




The blackness overcame me like a quick dark storm. Leaving me stranded in a place I didn’t know. There was firmness under my shoulder as I lay on my side yet I could not make out what it was. It seemed to not be made of something that could be seen. I could feel my body being lifted in the air by some force I couldn’t see and I felt as though I would never be able to grab a hold of something material and pull myself back to reality. My hair pulled at my scalp as my body floated through this endless void. Invisible hands pulled at my arms, legs and torso, wrenching me from side to side. And what were these voices? I couldn’t make them out. They were to far away. Was it a women’s voice? Yes it had the voice was defiantly female. It had the pitch and strain of a beautiful woman. The voice it self could describe the beauty of this women. It described a young looking middle aged human woman, wait, no she was an elvish women. Her pointed ears could be seen through her silver hair. Her eyes were a shad of green that had not been seen in this world for a very long time bringing some light into this world of dark. Her cheek bones rose slightly at the bottom corner of her eyes. And her lips were full pouting without reason. Where was she? The muscles in my eye relaxed a little as I stained to see in the endless dark.



“Where did you find him?” A mans voice this time. There was a strong hint of wisdom as if he could explain the creation of the universe without blinking.



“He was on the peak I thought he was dead and would have left him there except I could hear his heart as I walked up to him. He is a very handsome one isn’t he?” The voice of this woman crawled through my ears and ran through my body like some sweet nectar or a beautiful song you can not describe.



Again I searched to find this women the urge to see her clearly was overwhelming. I strained my eyes harder to see in the dark opening them as wide as I could to let any hint of light through. The darkness began to thin and I could see the outline of an elvish face. Ears pointed and under tresses of golden brown hair cut short at the neck.



“He is waking, leave us” the wise ones voice broke the silence once more.
“As you wish” the women said with a profound amount of homage.



Slowly as my mind began to wake the elvish mans face began to come more into focus. I could see many years of life in his eyes yet his skin looked as though he had just been born, perfect in every way like mine. Besides being cut neatly around his head and neck his hair was perfect as well, glimmering in the soft light of the torches burning on the walls of the apparent cave I was now a guest of. The walls were clearly rock but seemed to be chiseled or shaped completely smooth by some very talented crafts man except for the small vats of oil used as a light source when lit. There were small shelves in the rocks tucked away in the corners of the cave and three large stumps of rock protruding from the floor in the center of the cave that seemed to be used as tables. Small wax candles burned on top next to parchment of some kind and wooden mugs. There were no chairs to speak of in the cave just small pillows all through out the cave piled high enough to support a well built man comfortably. I was lying in a pile of what look to be some kind of soft linen next to the entrance of this cave. I could see out the door and it seemed that this cave was only part of an immense system of tunnels and caverns. I began to sit up using my hands as support. My head began to spin all that I had just seen began to twist into itself in a mass of color. The wise elves had touch my shoulder and all came back into focus.


“Please don’t get up. It seems you haven’t the strength yet.”


I let my body fall back to the soft linen and closed my eyes. My mind began to relax and I could feel myself falling asleep for the first time in my life by choice. The blackness began to overcome me again. Immediately I struggled to lift myself to my feet. My eyes strained again to see into the darkness. My breath began to crystallize as the air began to get colder in my thought. I couldn’t understand what was going on because I knew I had fallen asleep and yet I found myself in this darkness again without any memory of waking. The thickness of the dark began to lessen and I could see the dirt beneath my feet. My legs looked as though they had grown and darkened in color since the last time I had seen them. My arms and chest seemed to have done the same. I could feel the hair under my leather armor scratching the skin of my chest. Running my hand over my abdomen I could feel 3 small scars on my right side. My hands continued up my chest to my face where i found stubble covering my chin and another scar over my right eye. The hair on top of my head seemed to have been chopped off at the scalp. I looked at the palms of my hands and realized that they were not mine. The fingernails had been crudely bitten off and had dirt packed under the little bit that still hung over the tips of the finger. The creases of the palms could be seen clearly by the soil that had settled in them. Strangely I recognized the hands I was now staring at. I had seen this very image before when I looked out of the eyes of my father. A wave of terror swept over me as I realized some how I had been thrown back into this shell of torture. Suddenly the blackness left as a wave of light swept over the field I was now standing in. The soil under my bare feet was wet with the blood of soldiers. The smell of burning buildings suddenly filled my senses. I looked up from the ground and saw the destruction left by the greed of men. A plague of bitter hate and greed had left children and mothers without fathers and husbands. They lay in the mud never to move under their own admission again. The small wood cottages of the town had been set ablaze by the passing troops leaving nothing but flames and cinders to remind them of what used to be. From the corner of the village a small child ran to the tree line trying to escape some fate that I could only guess would befall him. His neatly cut blond hair was splatter with mud and straw. His neatly mad cotton tunic had been torn and burned from the chaos that reigned at this time in his home village. As he disappeared into the forest 3 horseman came into view and barreled into the forest after him. Screams and the whooping of men came to my ears as if a magnificent hunt had just been finish. The horse men came galloping out of the wood line all smiling jokingly telling stories of the trophy they had just won. The boy never came back into sight. With all of the strength of my soul I willed my fathers legs to move me away from this place but they would not move. His feet stayed firmly planted in the soil. I tried to yell out to the wise elf I had seen earlier that day, no sounds escaped, I was still trapped in the body of this emotionally destroyed man. If I did not escape I knew I would lose my mind and I called out again to the wise one. I felt a hand touch my shoulder and the vision was gone. I woke to find the wise one standing over me. He was holding a smmoth wodden mug in his left hand. Placing his hand in the middle of my back he helped me to a sitting position against the wall. The light had been dimed in the room and there was no eveidence of activity outside the door. The air around me was quite except the dripping that could be heard coming from somewhere deep in the cave.

“ I am Zarah before you ask, please drink this it will help give you energy to move without passing out” There was a snidness in this comment I could quit place it but his voice seemed to sooth me.

I trusted him with out knowing anything but his name. I took the mug into my hands and placed it to my lips tipping it up. Half of its contents spilled down my chest and into my lap. The liquid disappeared and I could feel a tingling sensation where it had been on my skin.

“It’s meant to go down your throat young one, not in you lap but I guess you may do what suits you best.” As he said this a small laugh escaped his lips and he shook his head from side to side.

“Why do you laugh at me?” I spoke softly for the first time paying attention to the words. They tickled my throat as the floated to my mouth and into the air.


“Young elves have always amazed” there is nothing they will not try. Even if they don’t have the slightest clue what they are doing.

“It might help if you told them what to to before you mad a fool of them”

“I enjoy watching it to much to do that. Besides the best way to learn is through experience you will see this in time. Please drink the tea you will see it helps if it ever reaches your stomach.”

The smile on his face grew broader and he looked at me as if to sweetly challange me to say something back. I declined the challenge and again ,slowly this time raised the mug to my lips. Opening my mouth I tipped the tea into my mouth and swallowed hard sending down to a place it obviously was not supposed to be. The mugg dropped from my hands and a fit of hacking coughs charge out of my mouth. I could feel the tingle of the tea on the bottoms of my legs and feet as I coughed. I looked up at Zarah and saw that he had been wiping his face from the misted tea that had come out of my mouth. He picked the mug up and dried the outside of it off with hankerchief. Waving his hand over the top of the mug he handed it back to me full. 

Ive edited what Ive got so far on my story read it tell me what you think please...I NEED FEED BACK!

What do people see when they think of elves? Most of the time they think of deep woods and dark secrets, old traditions and magic. People think of trees warped and toyed with by the power of some magical creature. Of a night sky glittered with tiny stars and endless comets floating from horizon to horizon. Or of a blonde hair beauty clutching her bow balancing herself on top of the largest tree in the forest, tipping her pointed ears listening for any clue of the advancing orc army. If this is something you see when you think of an elf you’re a sadly mistaken.
Imagine instead, a land frozen by grief and torment. Vast valleys of snow and Ice gleaming in the moonlight, beautiful to the eye yet vilely cold to the touch. In your minds eye think of men at war and boys torn between grief and pride as they see there fathers slain in battle. There are no beautiful trees in the world of an elf. There are valleys of pain and anguish unknown by the imagination of the great artists of the ancients. There are rivers frozen by the greed and the self serving nature of human beings. Forests weighed down by the ice of the countless deaths of innocent faceless men women and children. The world of the elf has been a wasteland of beauty created by sorrow since before we came into existence. Some say that the nature of man is what caused this. Some say that the wasteland destroyed the natural good nature of man. But of course these are all myths created to explain things that cannot be explained. I don’t know what really happened maybe someday I will find the answer but I do not have it today. I do not even know the origins of our race. If you can call what we are a race. You see elves are not born in what most people would call a traditional sense. We are created by the ora or emotions of man, when it becomes to strong for them to bare it is expelled and we are born.


My name is Mckaim I was born in the mountains of –blank-. That night it seemed the frozen landscape could tear the very soul from your body. Its bleak hills and vast blue night sky pulled at your spirit like a greedy thief. My father had been wondering through this land for days and had seen things men should not see in the previous months. He had seen armies battle in fields of blood. He had seen friends stolen from this life by this monster called war. Stolen from him in ways I will not repeat for the sake of the sanity of others who might come across my story. The short brown hair on his head was matted with layers of ice from the previous night’s storm. His stout legs began to give way beneath his tattered brown leather armor as he walked farther up the hill. His strong hands fell throw the crust of the snow and slammed onto the rock below as he struggled to support his heavy body. The thought of defeat and the lost of the only family he had known streamed through his brain and to his blue eyes to form a tear in the very center. As the tear formed I could feel a release and as it fell I felt free of my prison. My soul erupted from the tear and I pulled with all of my strength at the physical world around me. The air began to condense and form the bones and flesh running over my spirit like water. The snow began to pick up in a whirlpool around me forming strands of ice and transforming into locks of dark brown hairs attaching them to my scalp above my cold tapered ears. The weight of my body hit me hard in the knees causing them to crumble and sending me to the snow covered ground. The air dug into my skin like claws as the bitter cold air penetrated to my core. The light from the stars reflected off the snow into my eyes causing them to close. Forcing my legs back under my weak newborn body I stood in the dark nigh blinded even by the dimly lit stars. My naked body quivered as the air of the mountain nipped at my skin. The trees reached out to me with there bare fingers calling to me beckoning me to join them in there world of lonesomeness. A single cloud could be seen below me pierced by the mountain. A gust of wind tossed my hair across my face almost pushing me into the crusted snow. Light from the small town bled into the darkness of the valley leaving it cold and lifeless in the dark yet alive in some strange hellish way. I called out with all the strength I cold muster to my father…But there was no reply I could not move to him and I could feel the essence of him retreating farther and farther from me as I feel in despair back to my knees. The air began to thin as I lost my grip on the world and all was black.




The blackness overcame me like a quick dark storm. Leaving me stranded in a place I didn’t know. There was firmness under my shoulder as I lay on my side yet I could not make out what it was. It seemed to not be made of something that could be seen. I could feel my body being lifted in the air by some force I couldn’t see and I felt as though I would never be able to grab a hold of something material and pull myself back to reality. My hair pulled at my scalp as my body floated through this endless void. Invisible hands pulled at my arms, legs and torso, wrenching me from side to side. And what were these voices? I couldn’t make them out. They were to far away. Was it a women’s voice? Yes it had the voice was defiantly female. It had the pitch and strain of a beautiful woman. The voice it self could describe the beauty of this women. It described a young looking middle aged human woman, wait, no she was an elvish women. Her pointed ears could be seen through her silver hair. Her eyes were a shad of green that had not been seen in this world for a very long time bringing some light into this world of dark. Her cheek bones rose slightly at the bottom corner of her eyes. And her lips were full pouting without reason. Where was she? The muscles in my eye relaxed a little as I stained to see in the endless dark.



“Where did you find him?” A mans voice this time. There was a strong hint of wisdom as if he could explain the creation of the universe without blinking.



“He was on the peak I thought he was dead and would have left him there except I could hear his heart as I walked up to him. He is a very handsome one isn’t he?” The voice of this woman crawled through my ears and ran through my body like some sweet nectar or a beautiful song you can not describe.



Again I searched to find this women the urge to see her clearly was overwhelming. I strained my eyes harder to see in the dark opening them as wide as I could to let any hint of light through. The darkness began to thin and I could see the outline of an elvish face. Ears pointed and under tresses of golden brown hair cut short at the neck.



“He is waking, leave us” the wise ones voice broke the silence once more.
“As you wish” the women said with a profound amount of homage.



Slowly as my mind began to wake the elvish mans face began to come more into focus. I could see many years of life in his eyes yet his skin looked as though he had just been born, perfect in every way like mine. Besides being cut neatly around his head and neck his hair was perfect as well, glimmering in the soft light of the torches burning on the walls of the apparent cave I was now a guest of. The walls were clearly rock but seemed to be chiseled or shaped completely smooth by some very talented crafts man except for the small vats of oil used as a light source when lit. There were small shelves in the rocks tucked away in the corners of the cave and three large stumps of rock protruding from the floor in the center of the cave that seemed to be used as tables. Small wax candles burned on top next to parchment of some kind and wooden mugs. There were no chairs to speak of in the cave just small pillows all through out the cave piled high enough to support a well built man comfortably. I was lying in a pile of what look to be some kind of soft linen next to the entrance of this cave. I could see out the door and it seemed that this cave was only part of an immense system of tunnels and caverns. I began to sit up using my hands as support. My head began to spin all that I had just seen began to twist into itself in a mass of color. The wise elves had touch my shoulder and all came back into focus.



“Please don’t get up. It seems you haven’t the strength yet.”



I let my body fall back to the soft linen and closed my eyes. My mind began to relax and I could feel myself falling asleep for the first time in my life by choice. The blackness began to overcome me again. Immediately I struggled to lift myself to my feet. My eyes strained again to see into the darkness. My breath began to crystallize as the air began to get colder in my thought. I couldn’t understand what was going on because I knew I had fallen asleep and yet I found myself in this darkness again without any memory of waking. The thickness of the dark began to lessen and I could see the dirt beneath my feet. My legs looked as though they had grown and darkened in color since the last time I had seen them. My arms and chest seemed to have done the same. I could feel the hair under my leather armor scratching the skin of my chest. Running my hand over my abdomen I could feel 3 small scars on my right side. My hands continued up my chest to my face where i found stubble covering my chin and another scar over my right eye. The hair on top of my head seemed to have been chopped off at the scalp. I looked at the palms of my hands and realized that they were not mine. The fingernails had been crudely bitten off and had dirt packed under the little bit that still hung over the tips of the finger. The creases of the palms could be seen clearly by the soil that had settled in them. Strangely I recognized the hands I was now staring at. I had seen this very image before when I looked out of the eyes of my father. A wave of terror swept over me as I realized some how I had been thrown back into this shell of torture. Suddenly the blackness left as a wave of light swept over the field I was now standing in. The soil under my bare feet was wet with the blood of soldiers. The smell of burning buildings suddenly filled my senses. I looked up from the ground and saw the destruction left by the greed of men. A plague of bitter hate and greed had left children and mothers without fathers and husbands. They lay in the mud never to move under their own admission again. The small wood cottages of the town had been set ablaze by the passing troops leaving nothing but flames and cinders to remind them of what used to be. From the corner of the village a small child ran to the tree line trying to escape some fate that I could only guess would befall him. His neatly cut blond hair was splatter with mud and straw. His neatly mad cotton tunic had been torn and burned from the chaos that reigned at this time in his home village. As he disappeared into the forest 3 horseman came into view and barreled into the forest after him. Screams and the whooping of men came to my ears as if a magnificent hunt had just been finish. The horse men came galloping out of the wood line all smiling jokingly telling stories of the trophy they had just won. The boy never came back into sight. With all of the strength of my soul I willed my fathers legs to move me away from this place but they would not move. His feet stayed firmly planted in the soil. I tried to yell out to the wise elf I had seen earlier that day, no sounds escaped, I was still trapped in the body of this emotionally destroyed man. If I did not escape I knew I would lose my mind and I called out again to the wise one. I felt a hand touch my shoulder and the vision was gone. 

IM BORED ENTERTAIN ME!

What do people see when they think of elves? Most of the time they think of deep woods and dark secrets old traditions and magic. People think of trees warped and toyed with by the power of some magical creature. Of a night sky glittered with tiny stars and endless comets floating from horizon to horizon. Or of a blonde hair beauty clutching her bow balancing herself on top of the largest tree in the forest tipping her pointed ears listening for any clue of the advancing orc army. If this is something you see when you think of an elf you’re a sadly mistaken.
Imagine instead, a land frozen by grief and torment. Vast valleys of snow and Ice gleaming in the moonlight beautiful to the eye yet vilely cold to the touch. In your minds eye think of men at war and boys torn between grief and pride as they see there fathers slain in battle. There are no beautiful trees in the world of an elf. There are valleys of pain and anguish unknown by the imagination of the great artists of the ancients. There are rivers frozen by the greed and the self serving nature of human beings. Forests weighed down by the ice of the countless deaths of innocent faceless men women and children. The world of the elf has been a wasteland of beauty created by sorrow since before we came into existence. Some say that the nature of man is what caused this. Some say that the wasteland destroyed the natural good nature of man. But of course these are all myths created to explain things that cannot be explained. I don’t know what really happened maybe someday I will find the answer but I do not have it today. I do not even know the origins of our race. If you can call what we are a race. You see elves are not born in what most people would call a traditional sense. We are created by the ora or emotions of man, when it becomes to strong for them to bare it is expelled and we are born.
My name is Mckaim I was born in the mountains of –blank-. That night it seemed the Frozen landscape could tear the very soul from your body. Its bleak hills and vast blue night sky pulled at your spirit like a greedy thief. My father had been wondering through this land for days and had seen things men should not see in the previous months. He had seen armies battle in fields of blood. He had seen friends stolen from this life by this monster called war. Stolen from him in ways I will not repeat for the sake of the sanity of others who might come across my story. The short brown hair on his head was matted with layers of ice from the previous night’s storm. His stout legs began to give way beneath his tattered brown leather armor as he walked farther up the hill. His strong hands fell throw the crust of the snow and slammed onto the rock below as he struggled to support his heavy body. The thought of defeat and the lost of the only family he had known streamed through his brain and to his blue eyes to form a tear in the very center. As the tear formed I could feel a release and as it fell I felt free of my prison. My soul erupted from the tear and I pulled with all of my strength at the physical world around me. The air began to condense and form the bones and flesh running over my spirit like water. The snow began to pick up in a whirlpool around me forming strands of ice and transforming into locks of dark brown hairs attaching them to my scalp above my cold tapered ears. The weight of my body hit me hard in the knees causing them to crumble and sending me to the snow covered ground. The air dug into my skin like claws as the bitter cold air penetrated to my core. The light from the stars reflected off the snow into my eyes causing them to close. Forcing my legs back under my weak newborn body I stood in the dark nigh blinded even by the dimly lit stars. My naked body quivered with the as the air of the mountain nipped at my skin. I called out with all the strength I cold muster to my father…But there was no reply I could not move to him and I could feel the essence of him retreating farther and farther from me as I feel in despair back to my knees. The air began to thin as I lost my grip on the world and all was black.





The blackness overcame me like a quick dark storm. Leaving me stranded in a place I didn’t know. I could feel my body being lifted in the air by some force I couldn’t see and I felt as though I would never be able to grab a hold of something real and pull myself back to reality. My hair pulled at my scalp as my body floated through this endless void. Invisible hands pulled at my pulled at my arms legs and torso, wrenching me from side to side. And what were these voices? I couldn’t make them out. They were to far away. Was it a women’s voice? Yes it had the voice was defiantly female. It had the pitch and strain of a beautiful woman. Where was she? The muscles in my eye relaxed a little as I stained to see in the endless dark.


“Where did you find him?” A mans voice this time. There was a strong hint of wisdom as if he could explain the creation of the universe without blinking.


“He was on the peak I thought he was dead and would have left him there except I could hear his heart as I walked up to him. He is a very handsome one isn’t he?” The voice of this woman crawled through my ears and ran through my body like some sweet nectar or a beautiful song you can not describe.


Again I searched to find this women the urge to see her was overwhelming. I strained my eyes harder to see in the dark opening them as wide as I could to let any hint of light through. The darkness began to thin and I could see the outline of an elvish face. Ears pointed and under tresses of golden brown hair cut short at the neck.


“He is waking, leave us” the wise ones voice broke the silence once more.
“As you wish” the women said with a profound amount of homage.


Slowly as my mind began to wake the elvish mans face began to come more into focus. I could see many years of life in his eyes yet his skin looked as though he had just been born, perfect in every way like mine. Besides being cut neatly around his head and neck his hair was perfect as well, glimmering in the soft light of the torches burning on the walls of the apparent cave I was now a guest of. The walls were clearly rock but seemed to be chiseled or shaped completely smooth by some very talented crafts man except for the small vats of oil used as a light source when lit. There were small shelves in the rocks tucked away in the corners of the cave and three large stumps of rock protruding from the floor in the center of the cave that seemed to be used as tables. Small wax candles burned on top next to parchment of some kind and wooden mugs. There were no chairs to speak of in the cave just small pillows all through out the cave piled high enough to support a well built man comfortably. I was lying in a pile of what look to be some kind of soft linen next to the entrance of this cave. I could see out the door and it seemed that this cave was only part of an immense system of tunnels and caverns. I began to sit up using my hands as support. My head began to spin all that I had just seen began to twist into itself in a mass of color. The wise elves had touch my shoulder and all came back into focus.



“Please don’t get up. It seems you haven’t the strength yet.”



I let my body fall back to the soft linen and closed my eyes. My mind began to relax and I could feel myself falling asleep for the first time in my life by choice. The blackness began to over come me again. Imediatly I stuggled to lift myself to my feet. My eyes strained again to see int the darkness. My breath began to crystalize as the air began to get colder in my thought. I couldnt understand what was going on because I knew I had fallen asleep and yet i found myself in this darkness again without any memory of waking. The thickness of the dark began to lessen and I could see the dirt beneath my feet. My legs looked as though they had grown and darkened in color since the last time I had seen them. My arms and chest seemed to have done the same. I could feel the hair under my leather armor scratching the skin of my chest. Running my hand over my abdomine I could feel 3 small scars on my right side. My hands continued up my chest to my face where i found stubble covering my chin and another scar over my right eye. The hair on top of my head seemed to have been chopped off at the scalp. I looked at the palms of my hands and realised that they were not mine. The figernails had been crudley biten off and had dirt packed under the little bit that still hung over the tips of the finger. The creases of the palms could be seen clearly by the soil that had settled in them. Strangly I recognized the hands I was now stairing at. I had see this very image before when I looked out of the eyes of my father. A wave of terror swept over me as I realized some how I had been thrown back into this shell of torture. Suddenly the blacknes left as a wave of light swept over the feild i was now standing in. The soil under my bare feet was wet with the blood of soldiers. The smell of burning buildings suddenly filled my nose. I looked up from the ground and saw the distruction left by the greed of men. With all of the stregth of my soul I willed my fathers legs to move me away from this place but they would not move. My fathers feet stayed firmly planted in the soil. KNowing now that I could escape this body I pushed at his blue eyes. I felt myself begining to slip free and i pushed harder consentrating with all of my will to return to the body that i had created for myself. Suddenly i was free and I could hear the wind rushing past meas I rose high in the air stopping high above the earth. Again i began to consetrate on being back in my own body and graduly I began to decend gaining spead as I went untill the wind was again rushing past me.

ok here i go working on my story again. i hope something comes out this time....

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I think ive said something about my wife in every entry almost

I GET TO TALK TO MY HOT ASS WIFE TODAY! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT DO YALL THINK?


What do people see when they think of elves? Most of the time they think of deep woods and dark secrets old traditions and magic. People think of trees warped and toyed with by the power of some magical creature. Of a night sky glittered with tiny stars and endless comets floating from horizon to horizon. Or of a blonde hair beauty clutching her bow balancing herself on top of the largest tree in the forest tipping her pointed ears listening for any clue of the advancing orc army. If this is something you see when you think of an elf you’re a sadly mistaken.
Imagine instead, a land frozen by grief and torment. Vast valleys of snow and Ice gleaming in the moonlight beautiful to the eye yet vilely cold to the touch. In your minds eye think of men at war and boys torn between grief and pride as they see there fathers slain in battle. There are no beautiful trees in the world of an elf. There are valleys of pain and anguish unknown by the imagination of the great artists of the ancients. There are rivers frozen by the greed and the self serving nature of human beings. Forests weighed down by the ice of the countless deaths of innocent faceless men women and children. The world of the elf has been a wasteland of beauty created by sorrow since before we came into existence. Some say that the nature of man is what caused this. Some say that the wasteland destroyed the natural good nature of man. But of course these are all myths created to explain things that cannot be explained. I don’t know what really happened maybe someday I will find the answer but I do not have it today. I do not even know the origins of our race. If you can call what we are a race. You see elves are not born in what most people would call a traditional sense. We are created by the ora or emotions of man, when it becomes to strong for them to bare it is expelled and we are born.
My name is Mckaim I was born in the mountains of –blank-. That night it seemed the Frozen landscape could tear the very soul from your body. Its bleak hills and vast blue night sky pulled at your spirit like a greedy thief. My father had been wondering through this land for days and had seen things men should not see in the previous months. He had seen armies battle in fields of blood. He had seen friends stolen from this life by this monster called war. Stolen from him in ways I will not repeat for the sake of the sanity of others who might come across my story. The short brown hair on his head was matted with layers of ice from the previous night’s storm. His stout legs began to give way beneath his tattered brown leather armor as he walked farther up the hill. His strong hands fell throw the crust of the snow and slammed onto the rock below as he struggled to support his heavy body. The thought of defeat and the lost of the only family he had known streamed through his brain and to his blue eyes to form a tear in the very center. As the tear formed I could feel a release and as it fell I felt free of my prison. My soul erupted from the tear and I pulled with all of my strength at the physical world around me. The air began to condense and form the bones and flesh running over my spirit like water. The snow began to pick up in a whirlpool around me forming strands of ice and transforming into locks of dark brown hairs attaching them to my scalp above my cold tapered ears. The weight of my body hit me hard in the knees causing them to crumble and sending me to the snow covered ground. The air dug into my skin like claws as the bitter cold air penetrated to my core. The light from the stars reflected off the snow into my eyes causing them to close. Forcing my legs back under my weak newborn body I stood in the dark nigh blinded even by the dimly lit stars. My naked body quivered with the as the air of the mountain nipped at my skin. I called out with all the strength I cold muster to my father…But there was no reply I could not move to him and I could feel the essence of him retreating farther and farther from me as I feel in despair back to my knees. The air began to thin as I lost my grip on the world and all was black.





The blackness overcame me like a quick dark storm. Leaving me stranded in a place I didn’t know. I could feel my body being lifted in the air by some force I couldn’t see and I felt as though I would never be able to grab a hold of something real and pull myself back to reality. My hair pulled at my scalp as my body floated through this endless void. Invisible hands pulled at my pulled at my arms legs and torso, wrenching me from side to side. And what were these voices? I couldn’t make them out. They were to far away. Was it a women’s voice? Yes it had the voice was defiantly female. It had the pitch and strain of a beautiful woman. Where was she? The muscles in my eye relaxed a little as I stained to see in the endless dark.


“Where did you find him?” A mans voice this time. There was a strong hint of wisdom as if he could explain the creation of the universe without blinking.


“He was on the peak I thought he was dead and would have left him there except I could hear his heart as I walked up to him. He is a very handsome one isn’t he?” The voice of this woman crawled through my ears and ran through my body like some sweet nectar or a beautiful song you can not describe.


Again I searched to find this women the urge to see her was overwhelming. I strained my eyes harder to see in the dark opening them as wide as I could to let any hint of light through. The darkness began to thin and I could see the outline of an elvish face. Ears pointed and under tresses of golden brown hair cut short at the neck.


“He is waking, leave us” the wise ones voice broke the silence once more.
“As you wish” the women said with a profound amount of homage.


Slowly as my mind began to wake the elvish mans face began to come more into focus. I could see many years of life in his eyes yet his skin looked as though he had just been born, perfect in every way like mine. Besides being cut neatly around his head and neck his hair was perfect as well, glimmering in the soft light of the torches burning on the walls of the apparent cave I was now a guest of. The walls were clearly rock but seemed to be chiseled or shaped completely smooth by some very talented crafts man except for the small vats of oil used as a light source when lit. There were small shelves in the rocks tucked away in the corners of the cave and three large stumps of rock protruding from the floor in the center of the cave that seemed to be used as tables. Small wax candles burned on top next to parchment of some kind and wooden mugs. There were no chairs to speak of in the cave just small pillows all through out the cave piled high enough to support a well built man comfortably. I was lying in a pile of what look to be some kind of soft linen next to the entrance of this cave. I could see out the door and it seemed that this cave was only part of an immense system of tunnels and caverns. I began to sit up using my hands as support. My head began to spin all that I had just seen began to twist into itself in a mass of color. The wise elves had touch my shoulder and all came back into focus.



“Please don’t get up. It seems you haven’t the strength yet.”



I let my body fall back to the soft linen and closed my eyes. My mind began to relax and I could feel myself falling asleep for the first time in my life by choice.

Waiting to see if sami gets online...Damn I miss her

I must be THE OLDEST fuck on this site...

SOMEBODY COME READ MY STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Im trying to work out my story line and ITS NOT WORKING...well the storyline is but not the story...If you know what im talking about you are as insane as I am...Maybe thats why people are reading it....ok back to racking my brain for ideas of discribing a world that doesnt exist....well not yet.

MY WIFE IS JEALOUS...HEHEHEHEHE cool stuff

Yep Had a physical training test today. I did alot better then I thought I would 271 out of 300 wich is really good considering I havnt working out in 6 months. Someone said they liked my story that it was AWSOME. :D YES! Now im off to have a formation for some stupid reason... Oh well maybe theyll promote me today I doubt it though.

ok going to go work on my story some more.

HELP ME IM GOING INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA<---working on my spanish (translation hahahahahaha)

Wow how many times am i going to write in this thing today? Anyway today has been really boring didnt do ANYTHING but sit here and write. Well that was fun but other then that it sucked. I HAD A MOON PIE TODAY HAHAHAHA... DAMN it was good havnt had one in awhile. There are so many things to think about in a place like this its not even funny. You find yourself thinking of things that would never have come to your mind anywhere else. Things you see here make you think about your life and what it is you want to do withit. Like my wife I know ive talked about her alot in the past couple days but who wouldnt want to talk about a girl like her? Just let everyone know what a terrific girl she is. My wife is the least boring person on the planet. (probably cause shes mexican, mexicans are never boring) shes always got something cute to say. AND she is the most beautiful women put here on this planet. Im glad i was able to find her. In fact if I never found her i hav no idea where I would be right now. Probably in prison for beating up an officer or something. hehe. One of these days im going to write a story completely devoted to her and how I feel about her. Its going to be HUGE! cause without a doubt everyone no matter who you are or what youve been through wants to feel what i feel and have someone feel the sameway about you. so yea good night for now...
untill next time
this is me signing off
:PPP

Im really bored sitting here in a country full of morons without table manners waiting for my wife to get online cause i miss her....NICE HUH?

Heres some of my story tell me what you think.



What do people see when they think of elves? Most of the time they think of deep woods and dark secrets old traditions and magic. People think of trees warped and toyed with by the power of some magical creature. Of a night sky glittered with tiny stars and endless comets floating from horizon to horizon. Or of a blond hair beauty clutching her bow balancing herself on top of the largest tree in the forest tipping her pointed ears listening for any clue of the advancing orc army. If this is something you see when you think of an elf you’re a sadly mistaken.

Imagine instead a land frozen by grief and torment. Vast valleys of snow and Ice gleaming in the moonlight beautiful to the eye yet vilely cold to the touch. In your minds eye think of men at war and boys torn between grief and pride as they see there fathers slain in battle. There are no beautiful trees in the world of an elf. There are valleys of pain and anguish unknown by the imagination of the great artists of the ancients. There are rivers frozen by the greed and the self serving nature of human beings. Forests weighed down by the ice of the countless deaths of innocent faceless men women and children. The world of the elf has been a wasteland of beauty created by sorrow since before we came into existence. Some say that the nature of man is what caused this. Some say that the wasteland destroyed the natural good nature of man. But of course these are all myths created to explain things that cannot be explained. I don’t know what really happened maybe someday I will find the answer but I do not have it today. I do not even know the to support his heavy body. The thought of defeat and the lost of the only family he had known streamed through his brain and to his blue eyes to form a tear in the very center.

origins of our race. If you can call what we are a race. You see elves are not born in what most people would call a traditional sense. We are created by the ora or emotions of man, when it becomes to strong for them to bare it is expelled and we are born. I was born in the mountains of –blank-.
The Frozen land scape could tear the very soul from your body. Its bleak hills and vast blue night sky pulled at your spirit like a greedy thief. My father had been wondering through this land for days and had seen things men should not see in the previous months. He had seen armies battle in fields of blood. He had seen friends stolen from this life by this monster called war. Stolen from him in ways I will not repeat for the sake of the sanity of others who might come across my story. The short brown hair on his head was matted with layers of ice from the previous night’s storm. His stout legs began to give way beneath his tattered brown leather armor as he walked farther up the hill. His strong hands fell throw the crust of the snow and slammed onto the rock below as he struggled to support his heavy body. The thought of defeat and the lost of the only family he had known streamed through his brain and to his blue eyes to form a tear in the very center.

Hello. Today I woke up got out of bed put my uniform on and thought about my wife...:D and how beautiful she is. I love my wife with all of my heart and soul. I cant even take a breath without thinking of her. SHe is my life and my light and i will do everything in my power to make her happy. That is my purpose and I love it. JUST THOUGHT ID LET EVERYONE IN THE WORLD KNOW!

See ya