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    The ground gives way as the young elven boy watches a large pack of strange looking men huddled around a fire.The warriors are startled but dont even attempt to ready their weapons as they approach the starving exhausted and
sickly child. The white painted faces of the warriors look upon the boy as he passes out. 

    The elven boy stands at attention in formation with the other warriors of his age as their trainer watches. The ice cold rain pouring down as it had for hours. With a sharply barked command from the trainer the warriors unsheath their blades and begin moving in formation in various moves of battle. 

    Holding his arm the young elven man looks back at the rest of his group. The sun baking  their fallen comrades on the sandy dunes. The highest ranking warrior left finally gave the order to retreat. 

    "... No. We stand and fight now, coward." The young elven man glared at the warrior as the rest of the group voiced their agreement. 

    As he stared up at the stars the next few nights the battle plays out in his mind over and over. The battle was won, but at the cost of his entire group. 
 

Age 30 

    The elven man kicked out his foot sending the attacking orc to double over with a sickening crunch. He spins around and quickly takes in the snow covered landscape. A few dozen bodies littered the area slowly being swallowed
up by the falling snow. His white stained face hardened as his ears go still. He ducks to the side narrowly missing the axe as it flies by his head. Without a glance he continues on his path letting the orc die of his wounds. 

    He crests the hill as the sky rumbles with thunder. His dark armor nearly silent as he stands watching the castle. He pulls off his helmet as his troops crest the hill behind him poised and ready. He glances back, his stained white face shining in the little light getting through the clouds from the full moon. The castles defences begin hurling cannonballs an energy blasts towards his troops. He watches them and raises his hand, the blasts and metal spheres shattering on a powerful shield surrounding him and his troops. As the fire finally dies down he calls out to his troops and they make their way to the castle. 

    "To a new Nosgoth. To a new age of peace and prosperity." 

    The huge group raise their goblets and toast. 

    He stares into her pale green eyes. Her blue skin glinting with beads of water running down her face. 

    "I've come to a conclusion, my love." He stands and takes a towel from a servant and wraps it around his waist, green hair coming down in strings framing his stained white face. 

    "There is suffering in the world I can never stop. Children still run in the streets alone. Scared. The gods do not care. They feed off our suffering." 

    He pauses and looks to her. "I wish to end this. I will make the gods _pay_. I will rise above them and take control of this universe. And those beyond. There will be no more suffering when I take my place as the rightful ruler of reality. I know my wishes. You have one hour to get ready." 

    He turns and leaves the huge bathing chamber and his fiance. She can only look into the water at her own reflection and weep. 

    He screams out in pain and collapses to his knees, smoke rising from his shoulders as the wishes are granted. He is silent for a few moments then looks up at his fiance and glares. 

    "What have you done!?!? How could you?!?!" 

    She looks up at him with tearsoaked eyes and slowly stands. "There has to be balance, my love. You are not above the gods. I couldnt let you destroy everything. It wasnt right." 

    In the blink of an eye he stands glaring. "Guards. Kill her. Now." 

    The guards look at each other startled then to him. His eyes glow red in anger and he turns leaving the throne room and closing the door as his former fiance falls to the floor staining the carpet with her blood.