lanton's year
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
3,023
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
lanton's year
I just wanna say this is my first time doing this and i will update if ne one likes it so ok here we go
Prologue
Here I am staring up at the point of a sword preparing to die. After all the troubles I've been through it really doesn't seem fair does it? What? You mean you don't know what I've been through? Well then, perhaps I should start from the beginning.
It started a year ago. It really does seem such a short amount of time for all that's happened.
Chapter 1
A gentle pitter-patter of rain against my window woke me. I opened my eyes looking around the dank dark room that I called home. I have been living here since the war took my father from my family then the goblins raid had killed my mother and five sisters. I'm all that's left now. The war has been going on for far too long the king is to stubborn to admit that he's lost it almost a month ago. The knights are worse then the king they've decided to steal from the commoners to feed their own families. So that brings me to where I am now.
Slowly I stand and stretch the kinks out of my shoulders and back, it's ironic im only twelve and I feel like im thirty. Not many people even make it to thirty anymore. We did once my mother told me that once we had technology to live into the nineties and even early hundreds, but not for nearly three hundred years when scientists discovered DNA that belonged to none of the known animals of earth. So they used the it to clone the creatures. That was the last day of the civilization with such wonders.
The creatures they cloned were the monsters from what we thought was mythology. The truth was hard to bare. Ogres, orcs, goblins, dragons, minotars, elfs, dwarves, and more were all real and we gave them the chance to take over the elves rule this land once known as America its now known as Velsny at least the eastern half is its one of the largest kingdoms the northern Midwest is know to be ruled by humans and is known as Lost Home. Then the southern Midwest is inhabited humans but the ones controlling that land are goblins and the humans are no more then cattle to them and the war is between the goblins and their slaves and the elves and us.
Now your probably wondering, ok that explains some stuff but what about that stuff with the sword int the beginning? Well this is just a bit of background information so your not asking what war with who later.
Now the kingdom, ruled by the goblins, is called Gunarish. It has been waging war with Vnelsy to gain slave rights and land in this kingdom. Now the elves aren't so bad if they were I wouldn't exist, well let me refrase that not all elves are that bad I know for a fact my mother had me concentually but I know many others like me that are products of rape. You've probably guessed by now that I'm half elven. My mother was married to my father for 12 years before the war.
I miss them, but not for just the love they give me. They were my protection; a half elf is shunned by both cultures and an orphan such as myself can be killed just cause of what we are.
"Hey you in there!" a voice jars me from my thoughts, "get the hell outta there before I run you through you mongral!"
The owners found me, shit. I get up and run as fast as I can. Threats of death are no stranger to me, I get at least eight a day. Now I have to find a new home. I sigh since I really did like that home there was an actual roof on it the first I've had in months. How can life get much worse.
I should've never asked. A troop of twenty elven soldiers began to pass me one by one each glaring at my cowering form.
I hate cowering it's a sign of weakness but many times it saves me a lot of grief. Not this time though.
Well, well, well what do we have here a half breed," the high and mighty elf got off his horse and aproaches my shaking form, " how delightfull I haven't had a good fuck in a long time."
Prologue
Here I am staring up at the point of a sword preparing to die. After all the troubles I've been through it really doesn't seem fair does it? What? You mean you don't know what I've been through? Well then, perhaps I should start from the beginning.
It started a year ago. It really does seem such a short amount of time for all that's happened.
Chapter 1
A gentle pitter-patter of rain against my window woke me. I opened my eyes looking around the dank dark room that I called home. I have been living here since the war took my father from my family then the goblins raid had killed my mother and five sisters. I'm all that's left now. The war has been going on for far too long the king is to stubborn to admit that he's lost it almost a month ago. The knights are worse then the king they've decided to steal from the commoners to feed their own families. So that brings me to where I am now.
Slowly I stand and stretch the kinks out of my shoulders and back, it's ironic im only twelve and I feel like im thirty. Not many people even make it to thirty anymore. We did once my mother told me that once we had technology to live into the nineties and even early hundreds, but not for nearly three hundred years when scientists discovered DNA that belonged to none of the known animals of earth. So they used the it to clone the creatures. That was the last day of the civilization with such wonders.
The creatures they cloned were the monsters from what we thought was mythology. The truth was hard to bare. Ogres, orcs, goblins, dragons, minotars, elfs, dwarves, and more were all real and we gave them the chance to take over the elves rule this land once known as America its now known as Velsny at least the eastern half is its one of the largest kingdoms the northern Midwest is know to be ruled by humans and is known as Lost Home. Then the southern Midwest is inhabited humans but the ones controlling that land are goblins and the humans are no more then cattle to them and the war is between the goblins and their slaves and the elves and us.
Now your probably wondering, ok that explains some stuff but what about that stuff with the sword int the beginning? Well this is just a bit of background information so your not asking what war with who later.
Now the kingdom, ruled by the goblins, is called Gunarish. It has been waging war with Vnelsy to gain slave rights and land in this kingdom. Now the elves aren't so bad if they were I wouldn't exist, well let me refrase that not all elves are that bad I know for a fact my mother had me concentually but I know many others like me that are products of rape. You've probably guessed by now that I'm half elven. My mother was married to my father for 12 years before the war.
I miss them, but not for just the love they give me. They were my protection; a half elf is shunned by both cultures and an orphan such as myself can be killed just cause of what we are.
"Hey you in there!" a voice jars me from my thoughts, "get the hell outta there before I run you through you mongral!"
The owners found me, shit. I get up and run as fast as I can. Threats of death are no stranger to me, I get at least eight a day. Now I have to find a new home. I sigh since I really did like that home there was an actual roof on it the first I've had in months. How can life get much worse.
I should've never asked. A troop of twenty elven soldiers began to pass me one by one each glaring at my cowering form.
I hate cowering it's a sign of weakness but many times it saves me a lot of grief. Not this time though.
Well, well, well what do we have here a half breed," the high and mighty elf got off his horse and aproaches my shaking form, " how delightfull I haven't had a good fuck in a long time."