The bloody remains of the slaughtered Dayuk and the unlucky elf who fell as his prey marked this area with the scent of death. Turning a blind eye to the gore and hoping his stomach wouldn't start to act up, Anwen walked over to where the cut horn of the beast fell and picked it up.

“NOOO!” the girl’s scream was heard louder this time.

“Damn it! What’s going on?!” asked Knox both worried and angry.

Anwen couldn’t answer, but he feared the worst. Despite how strong Luca was, maybe he got overwhelmed by too many Dayuks.

Thick bushes and big, old trees were all the two elves could see wherever they looked. Their tracks could easily be lost among the tall, dense grass covering the ground. Above them, the sky could barely be spotted through a few holes in the lush crowns of leafs. Each step they took was as silent as a panther’s prowl, but the strong scent of the pouch hanging on Knox’s belt made it a bit tricky for them to hide their tracks.

The big difference between a city and the countryside, besides the ability to actually see the stars in the sky during nighttime, was the scent of clean, oxygenated air. The soft breeze was the first thing that caught Anwen’s attention. It carried the mixed scent of trees and grass. As he took a deep breath in and then exhaled softly, a shiver of delight traveled down his spine, awakening his senses. His body rejoiced in a feeling it had never had the chance of experiencing before. For a moment, Anwen actually forgot everything around him.

A long time ago, it was believed that the war between the el’doraws and the elves would last for an eternity.That was until the warriors of mankind joined this war during the First World War. Their swords cut open both el’doraw and elf, but neither nation succumbed to their might. The blood of all three species stained the battlefields until a red sea was formed between all three capitals. In the wake of such a terrible loss, the kingdoms laid down their weapons and agreed upon a truce.