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Part of the stories that I write. I tend to add to my story repetoire if I'm upset, but this is the first time I've actually made a visual thing to go with it.

The story is of an elven woman who is living with Men in the main city as a help to the King. She's not very elflike with raven black hair and grey eyes and is from the forest to the North called Venyataur. She tries to stop King Amras from fulfilling a prophesy that would bring destruction to the Men inhabiting the earth, but fails and fights alongside soilders defending the city against the evil that was waging war. The efforts of everyone were futile though and she watched as many of the citizens were slaughtered and the Flame of the King which was to never go out as long as a King lived went out. After the battle she went up to the tower where the flame was kept. The king was dead and hope had been lost. The flame would remain unlit until a king came once again to fight back the evil in the land, but until then the world would remain in darkness with no real ruler. She lay down in the very heights of the tower, where no one else had ever been save the kings and there she died taking the choice to go to the place across the sea that the King had tried to find rather than live through all the ages without a king and with evil roaming freely.

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Part of the stories that I write. I tend to add to my story repetoire if I'm upset, but this is the first time I've actually made a visual thing to go with it.

The story is of an elven woman who is living with Men in the main city as a help to the King. She's not very elflike with raven black hair and grey eyes and is from the forest to the North called Venyataur. She tries to stop King Amras from fulfilling a prophesy that would bring destruction to the Men inhabiting the earth, but fails and fights alongside soilders defending the city against the evil that was waging war. The efforts of everyone were futile though and she watched as many of the citizens were slaughtered and the Flame of the King which was to never go out as long as a King lived went out. After the battle she went up to the tower where the flame was kept. The king was dead and hope had been lost. The flame would remain unlit until a king came once again to fight back the evil in the land, but until then the world would remain in darkness with no real ruler. She lay down in the very heights of the tower, where no one else had ever been save the kings and there she died taking the choice to go to the place across the sea that the King had tried to find rather than live through all the ages without a king and with evil roaming freely.

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