Long ago, in the medieval world of Elcheesia, there lived an Elf whose name was Elvon. He was a friendly Elf, and he wore a green tunic, a sword in his right hand and a shield in his left. He also lived in a cottage next to a great city that was the capital among other cities of other races. There were also other capitals, which were far away in some places of the world.
This cottage where he dwelt in had a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom and an upstairs that led to two bedrooms. It was big enough to fit two people, maybe even three. The outside of the cottage had a long path going down to a gate, where it met the road which in turn led to the great city which was roughly two miles to walk to. There were other cottages next to the city, a little bit like a village, but not too many. The city was the main place to live in.
As it turned out, Elvon had company, so the place needed tidying up. He started a fire in his fireplace, cooked a couple of cakes for himself and his friend, and began cleaning up his cottage. After it was all done, the bell rang outside of his place. He had just got done cleaning, and was just in time!
His friend, another Elf, went by the name of Orflin. As he opened the door, Orflin came inside.
"So I don't know if you heard the news, but the King is dying," he said.
"What?!" shouted Elvon, so the rest of the villagers of the other cottages could hear, but he didn't care. "How could this be?"
"Keep it down!" said Orflin. "Though I'm shocked too. He sent news to all the residents of the city and the villagers in the cottage this morning."
Elvon burst into tears. "Any ideas as to who did this, or how is he so close to dying?" said Elvon.
"I don't know, to be honest," said Orflin. "But he wants us to go tomorrow to his castle by ten o'clock sharp. I am utterly just as surprised and as sad as you are."
"Anyway," continued Orflin, "get a good night's sleep. He wants us there bright and early tomorrow."
After Orflin left, Elvon said good bye to him and told him he'd see him the next day. How was the King so close to dying? And who did this to the King? Whatever the case may be, he told himself that there was no point in worrying yet, as long as justice had been served, he thought, that was all that mattered, as he went to bed for the night.
But even as he went to sleep, he couldn't sleep very well. The thought of the King had been on his mind throughout some of the night. He got up, made some hot cocoa to help him sleep better, and then went back to bed. Then after some decent sleep, he got up, put on his best Elf clothes, and met Orflin outside of his cottage.
"Ready to do this?" said Elvon.
"Yes, let's go talk to him," said Orflin.
After walking a couple miles to the city, the great doors which were about twenty feet high swung open to let them in.
The city was very huge, but fortunately for people who wanted to visit the King, the King's Castle was right in the city's center.
After a few short minutes they made it to the castle. A drawbridge was guarding the entrance to the inside and as they came to it, it immediately swung down to let them walk across.
The castle itself was indeed big, with a hallway that ran from end to end. There were also doors on the walls that opened into sparring rooms, or when they weren't in use, had swords and shields on the walls. Other rooms like this had an archery range where Elves could practice their skills with a bow and arrow.
The King's room was facing opposite them. With no time to waste, they entered the door and talked to him. His name was King Eros.
"Hi Elvon and Orflin, my two great friends. I am slowly dying as you know when I sent word. There is something I need to tell you. My daughter who is named Erosia, has been kidnapped by an evil Sorcerer whose name is Leomar."
"What?!" said Elvon surprisingly. "Who could do something so evil?"
"How do we get her back?" said Orflin.
"You must go out into the world and save her. But your journey will prove to be dangerous. Leomar is not to be toyed with, for he is very powerful as I have seen it when he severely weakened me. Please save my daughter. Farewell my friends. I'm going to sleep, forever." And with that, King Eros drew his last breath and passed.