13th century, Snorri Sturluson wrote Prose Edda. He
wrote about Norse gods and fantasy creatures that many people
were starting to ignore. His ideas of "fairytale creatures" were
closer to the truth than anything has been since. He had one
thing right- "light elves are fairer than the sun to look upon,
but the dark elves are blacker than pitch". He might not have
known just how close he was to the truth.
light elf. The only thing different about me, perhaps, is the
fact that I kill my own. I walk around in the human world,
looking out for the otherworldly beauty and watching for the
auras of the light elves. I identify one, then decide if they are
good or not. There isn't just a straight white and black line
between the light and dark elves anymore. The light have started
to join forces with the dark. Ugly, grotesque creatures come out
of their alliance. Light and dark elves were never meant to
create children. And yet, here they are.
sipped a cup of tea in the coffee house. I believe it is called
Starbucks, but I'm not sure for certain. Three people are
currently staring at me unabashedly. I can't cover my ears, so
the point sticking up from my straw-colored hair constantly
brings people attention. Living in a bustling city isn't very fun
for one of my kind, but that is where the majority of the
betrayers live. They corrupt human society, as if it needs to be
corrupted any more, and the threat of the dark elves is stronger
now than ever. Before, people wouldn't approach any dark elves
because they are so hideous. Now, with the light elves on their
side, humans flock, falling in love, or lust, perhaps, with the
beauty and sensuality that is the light elves.
want anything else?" said the coffee boy. I watched the tea in my
cup. Looking up, I noticed what would cause teen girls to flock
to him; his jade green eyes. His black hair was cut in a style
that could only be commonly associated with "emo". He grinned at
me, and I saw a pair of dimples.
away, I said, "No thanks." I put my cup down on the table
silently and stood. Digging into my pocket, I pulled out a five
dollar bill. Tossing it onto the table, I walked past the young
man and out the door, into the sunshine and fresh air.
coffee boy had shaken me. Those dimples, those eyes…reminded me
of my life as it once was. Before I went rogue. Before I left
everything I ever knew. My younger brother, Connell Dosman
Valker, had been my best friend. He got tricked into joining the
dark elves in their quest to take over wherever they can. At
least, I believed that he was tricked. My father told me it was a
useless mission, to try to find him and get him back on the right
down the busy sidewalk, seeing heads turn at either my looks or
my ears, I felt my heart clench with homesickness. The
smog-filled air only succeeded in making me miss the clear, clean
air of Ālfheimr.
I heard from my name being called from behind me. Turning, with
my hand on the throwing knife in the wrist sheath on my right
hand, I looked at the running man.
human friend, Anthony, was running up towards me. I raised an
incredulous eyebrow. The crowd around us looked at Anthony like
he was crazy. Needless to say, he was a sight to see, wearing a
black leather duster that covered his dark grey cargo pants and
black t-shirt. His highlighted blond hair flew in the air as his
blue eyes flashed. Something must be wrong.
is it?" I asked him. He was out of breath. He had to have been
running for a little over a mile to be in this state. Either
that, or he was scared to death.
killed Tommy!" he cried.