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The Crimson Elf

Silax a young elf struck by a mysterious illness that takes away his ability to get stronger, yearns for a cure and a way to get stronger. Legend whispers of the World Tree, a mythical entity rumored to hold the key to ultimate power and unmatched healing. Reaching it promises not only a cure but also a chance to reclaim what was taken from him. Driven by ambition and a thirst for strength, Silax leaves home. He spends years searching until one day his efforts bear fruit. What he finds is not the blessing he anticipated, but a curse. It requires a sacrifice, a darkness that must be embraced to wield its might. A power fueled by darkness and life force absorbed from others. This dark power grants him immense strength but test his morals. Torn between ambition and morality, he must make a choice. Embrace his monstrous nature and achieve his goals at the cost of everything or give up on this power to protect the world from its danger. This is a story of the corrupting nature of power, the sacrifice and the cost of achieving ones goals, and the blurred lines between ambition and self-preservation. It's a tale that explores the lengths one might go to in the face of mortality.

kynikoiTDM · Fantasy
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106 Chs

Alzar's Dilemma

Silax sat alone on the bench. Yvonne had left a minutes after their conversation ended. He replayed their conversation in his mind, dissecting each phrase and analyzing every sentence.

Minutes bled into one another as he sat on the park bench, crimson light dappling his face through the leaves of a nearby tree. A rustle in the gravel path and a flicker of movement at the edge of his vision drew his attention.

An elderly elf with a deep tan and distinguished silver hair ambled past, his gait slow and measured. His hands cradled a peculiar looking birdcage.

Its intricate design wasn't what captivated him, it was the subtle glow that emanated from the cage's ornate bars. It was etched with tiny runes that pulsed with light, as if containing a captured fragment of a starry night.

An unexplainable pull resonated within Silax. It was as if an invisible thread connected him to the birdcage, tugging him towards it with an insistent hum.