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A beautiful black haired woman with a slender yet muscular body walked up next and I bowed low to her, using as much grace and poise as I could muster.
“It is a pleasure as always, my lady.”
Her eyes were darker than black. She was more beautiful than the darkest night, but that only served to distract others from her power. I could feel the waves of magic power emanating from her body, energy that made me feel despair. She was the Queen of the Dark Elves. She had traveled a great distance to be here. She was from a dimension even farther away than the dimension of the demons. She was from one of the most ancient dimensions, where almost all the suns in her universe had already grown old and died. It was an ancient dimension, but it was also a dying universe.
She wore black armor from a metal I didn’t recognize. It reflected no light, but seem to devour light instead. On her breast plate was etched the outline of a tree. The sword on her side was called wormwood. There was a golden star on the black metallic sword guard.
I had heard the sword blade was solid black and made of polished wood, but a wood that was far harder than any metal and far more destructive. A sword that wept green poisonous liquid from the point of its wooden blade. It was one of the deadliest treasures of her kingdom, a sword worthy of a queen.
I could feel the sword’s hatred and bitterness for the living. It was a cursed blade, one only meant for evil, only meant to live in darkness. I could feel it wiggling in its sheath, wanting to destroy everything. It hated. It hated everything and everyone and it wanted to escape its sheath and poison the world.
I made sure to enthusiastically bid her farewell. I wanted to make sure to stay on her good side. She nodded her head towards me.
“My fondest wishes to you, young Lord.” She turned and left, her own bodyguards followed her. Each of her guards were whipcord lean female elven warriors. I just knew they had to have abs under there armor. Each elven guard had an intense aura about them. They felt like coiled snakes just waiting to strike.
I had done my best not to stare at the queen’s pointed ears. I rather liked pointed ears on a woman. Even monsters have fetishes.
A creature that looked like a man but had flames for hair stepped in front of me next. There were no handshakes or hugs this time. He was a creature of fire, a Rask’s one weakness. We stared each other down and then just nodded to each other. I did not hate him, but my instincts would never allow me to be friends with him either. Afterwards he simply turned and walked outside.
Standing where I was, I could see the flame creature meeting a horse with a flaming mane and wings outside the front door. Most of the other guests were climbing onto the backs of giant wyverns. Wyverns of all colors were shooting into the sky. Currently the preferred method of travel of the elite, they were merely the fad of the month.
The next fad could be unicorns, I mused. No one knew with the way fads were. Though I seriously doubted that unicorns would be the next fad as most of the ladies of the court would be unable to ride a unicorn, even if only half of the gossip I heard was true.
I turned back to the party as the last of the guests had just left. A black slimy creature, known as a Mog, slogged across the ballroom floor. Its black goo picked up all the garbage and devoured it. It was better than any human vacuum cleaner. This Mog, just like all of its species, had a human skull bobbing in the upper part of its black goo.
Servants were cleaning off tables and carrying trays of food away. The unicorn horn salt and pepper shakers were carefully carried across the floor. They were very expensive and no one wanted to be the one to drop one. None of the food would be thrown away since my family required large amounts of food. It was one of the disadvantages of the shape shifting ability my family used. Protein was a must, and it was necessary for us to consume a large amount of protein to help fuel our shape shifting magic.
The doors to the ballroom burst open, the sound of them crashing against the walls echoing in the ballroom. George Dreg strutted in with arrogance written all over his face. He was wearing silver armor and carrying a silver shield in one hand and a sword in the other. His breast plate was etched with the design of a fierce looking dragon. The tall boy stepped forward, sword already drawn, and already ready for a fight.
“Fight me to the death, Edward, my sworn enemy, my greatest foe.”
“Who are you?” I asked as I scratched my head. He did seem familiar. Try as hard as I could the identity of the boy escaped my memory.
He did seem awfully familiar though.
“HOW DARE YOU FORGET ME!” yelled George.
George was so angry he was beyond fighting fair. Now he only wanted to win no matter what the cost. In his anger he threw down his sword and shield then unleashed the feared power of the Dreg family. His chest began to swell, his armor exploded into pieces, and then his entire body began to expand. The ground shook from the mighty roar that escaped from his lips.
In seconds he had tripled in size and his growth showed no sign of slowing.