@Rach
here is the prologue
It was dark. The tall graceful elf slinked among the trees of the forest swallowed up by the inky black of a shadowy night. The majestic silver moon and twinkling stars were stunning tonight as they were every other, but the elf had no time to stop and seek out their guidance. He stood motionless for a moment and listened, brushing a thin strand of long dark brown hair that had escaped the braid out of his face. There it was! Three-hundred yards off! The snap of a twig and the rustling of leaves were audible even from here. The man started running silently drawing his bow and notching an arrow as he went. He stopped about one-hundred-and-fifty yards away from his target, praying that he didn’t miss any scouts. He pulled back the string and aimed carefully, his golden-yellow eyes seeking the perfect point to strike and release. No sooner had the arrow left the bow than he turned and sprinted away. Whether it arrow hit its mark or not if he was too close to the victims he would be killed in the blast.
The arrow flew true to its master’s aim. The man was thrown to the ground by the impact of the purple and silver explosion but was otherwise unharmed. He turned to see what was left of the party and was pleased when the only things visible were trees burning in deep purple flames streaked with silver.
The man slouched against the trunk of a non-burning tree and pulled a necklace from under his green and leather tunic. The silver charm of a crescent moon with a small arrow engraved on the back dangled from the delicate chain. The man pressed it between his thumb and pointer finger proceeding to speak to it,
“Achnorii,” the charm glowed with a faint green light. “Mission complete. Edgon requesting permission to return to base.” The light went out and all was still for a few seconds. Then the charm pulsed three times. Edgon smiled. After a long four months of mission after mission he could go home.
