[Rosekitten]

Even though the talk of peace was still heavy in the air there were still small conflicts between the different races of the land. Some thinking they were superior to the other, while others despised the thought of peace to it's very core. The light and dark elves being two of these races thinking just along such lines, Light's thinking that they were the chosen race of the goddess while the Dark believed that peace was unnecessary believing the underworld goddess they prayed to would one day rein over the the world. This story begins here with a minor conflict between these very two races...

"Get back here!" A sudden shout could be heard across the field that boarded the forest and the entrance to the pathways that later lead into the caverns that housed many of the Dark elf clans. Even with peace between the two elven races it was very uncommon for the two to see eye to eye. The sudden cry had been from a small group of light elves that seemed to be young teenagers, from the looks of things they were chasing a sole dark elf that had ventured too far from the forests edge.

'need... to keep running' He thought to himself before looking forward and nearly freezing at the sight, his ears dropped suddenly before he quickly changed his course of action and dove behind a boulder next to the open pathway. It was leading into the Light elf's main city, he knew that in truth he never meant to get this far but with being chased and the idea he couldn't take on three opponents at the same time... it had driven him a bit further from his forest edge then he wanted to be.

He sat there a few moments he looked to be at least 12 himself though he was almost the same height as the boys chasing him that meant little in a three against one and he was unarmed having dropped his dagger somewhere near the forest when he was startled by the three. Catching his breath he looked from behind the boulder to see he seemed to confuse the three after him for the moment, though he couldn't count his luck yet if any of the guards from the city saw him.

"Today's not my day... " He said under his breath before leaning back against the rock and closing his eyes for a moment, he hardly had the energy to keep doing this he cursed himself for not listening to his mother and staying where the protective lines were. Though his moments of resting were soon cut short as he heard footsteps drawing closer and closer to his location. To avoid from getting cornered against this rock he bolted again from behind it and only glanced once to make sure he had a purpose for running.

It was the three light elves once again as they started chasing him yelling at the top of their lungs for him to stop and get it over it. He needed to just get back to the forest, he had a advantage in the darkness. His kind could see fairly well in the dark but the light elves couldn't at least there he could hide and get the hell out of this mess.

Though this time around his run was short lived as he found a pop hole in the field and quickly met the ground almost with his face though he stopped himself short. He was about to right himself but was stopped as a foot met the middle of his back keeping him pinned to the ground. "Get off!" he snapped at them, not that it'd do any good even if anyone was around it'd be his luck it'd be a light elf and they'd not bother to stop this.

The boys just laughed at his attempts to try and get off of the ground though the one did let him get up after a few moments but he was quickly forced back to the ground by one of the other two. "You should have stayed where you belong" The leader of the three spit out towards him as the other two held him with his back against the ground. The boy pulled out a small dagger and quickly made a cut going from right eye down to mouth. Though they didn't know this strike would be the last they would get on him.

The fresh wound on his face stung as blood got in his eye, though he was lucky more damage wasn't done in the process as he forced himself free of the two holding him down. Punching one in the face and quickly moving to strike the other in his temple. After he was free of the two he grabbed for the dagger striking the leader's wrist in the process of he dropped the blade. Grabbing it he bolted from the group of boys before they recovered and figured out what had happened.

It was a good ten or fifteen minutes later when he stopped running, finding a tree rather dangerously close to the city's wall as he hide behind it praying he was out of site. He panted heavily but tried to keep the noise he made to a minimal as he recovered. His face stung and he needed to get back to where he knew he'd be safe... or at least safer then he was here. Why had he bothered coming out here anyway he had wanted to prove that not all of them were the same, just because his father was killed by Light elves he wanted to prove that they weren't all like that ... but he saw he was poorly mistaken, if he hadn't of gotten away who knows how far the three would have gone.