[font=Garamond]Once again she was summoned to fight. The king had ordered her to do so. Alena was her name, a well warrior when need be. Truth be told, she never liked to fight, but alas could not escape the orders of the King. Ever since she was a young lass, she had always despised wars. 'Why can't we all make peace with one another?' She had always asked her father, but only to get one answer. 'I don't know.'
Alena bore of magnificent armor. Beneath one arm, she held a helm in the shape of a dragon's head. Aye, she dearly thought dragons were wondrous creatures, though, knew they were the most unexpected type as well. The form of the helm, like said before, was in the dragon shape; the eyes were blood red rubies with black slits.
For chest armor, she bore Lamellar armor that was covered by what many called 'Dragon' armor. If one were to see of it, they think the front of the armor seemed to be the underbelly of a dragon. This kind of armor was rare to find nowadays.
At her waist was a worn leather belt that wielded her sword and a few daggers. A dagger that she most treasured was a wicked one to look at indeed. The dagger was mayhap 13 inch. The blade was the color of crimson liquid when spilled from a wound; and curved to cause more pain.
The handle was made a pure gold; small dragons were carved within its blade. Her sword she treasured as well. It had odd inscriptions upon that only she knew what they said. The hilt of the large sword was made as if it looks like a dragon spitting out silver fire.
Now, Alena’s appearance was odd to some if they have never seen an Elf..Yes an Elf; her ears proved of it.. She was mayhap 21 years of age; stood about 5'8 and weighed roughly around 115 lbs. She was very strong, and her skin was a light tan. Her hair cascaded down to her mid-back and was a deep chestnut brown that was slightly curled.
Her eyes..Ah her eyes were the most entrancing part they were. Their color was a deep orange..Aye; orange with gold specks. Some say it was that of a magic spell when they see of her; thinking that is was she that was making her eyes that color. It was not she at all, that's just how they were when she was born.
Whom was it this Elf was to fight against? The dark souls of the underworld. The Jenklar clan..An evil source of demons and orcs formed together to create one large mob..A mob nay man could defeat that well.

Alena stood near a stream that was close to the army camp; her horse stood near her drinking the crisp waters of the stream in the Forest of Misteriach Ionadh or in Scottish tongue, The Forest of Mysterious Wonders. Alena shifted her gaze o're to the camp;think before she shifted her gaze to the night skies. Was there any chance of surviving such a battle?..One would never know.


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