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A long time ago, by the northern border of a forest called Elven Forest there lived a peacefull elven family. the father sold animals and the mother took care of the house and their child.
One day, a pack of Dark Knights came by, and  decided

du kan få resten hvis du accepterer, og god historie :-)

Once upon a time by the northern outskirts of the Elven Forest there lived a family of elves. They where a peace loving kind and they lived of the little they had. The man was a shepherd and earned money by selling from the livestock now and then, while his wife tended the house and looked after their only child.
For a long time their life was good and nothing disturbed them. But the man was troubled. He sensed that doom was descending upon them and one day his premonition turned out to be right. Ten men clad in black armour came to their house and demanded that they left their house and belongings and fled the country or suffer the consequences.
"I know you and I know your master" shouted the man, "Your threats doesn't mean anything to me and I would rather die, than bow before the man you call master."
"Let it be then," said the leader, "If you will not obey we must do what we came for." He drew his sword and it was black with a thin red lining at the edge. All his companions also drew their swords and the fighting began.
The child stood staring at the scenery. Never had the forest seen a braver man than his father. He was mortally wounded, six men lay dead at his feet and he kept fighting. He was swift when he fought, more agile than all the others put together, but they where to many. He could not keep them at bay and in the end he too fell to the ground.
The leader took his wife and threw her to the ground and shouted, "Once you chose him over me, what have you to say now?" She didn't say anything but only spat him in the face. The big man laughed. "Have it your way" he said and snapped her neck.
The child had seen it all, it had been chiselled into his mind and he was like petrified. But something told him to run. Run like never before, he thought, and so he did. He ran until his lungs where on fire and his eyes didn't see where he went.
At last he fell to the ground to exhausted to register the surroundings. Moments later gentle hands picked him up, and carried him away. “I know little one” a male voice uttered “but be no longer afraid, you are safe now”. The child didn’t even hear it.
It turned out to be a mage that had seen the scene from a distance and followed the child through the forest. He took the boy under his care and named him ElvenWings because he had run so fast the first night they met. He taught him all he new about magic and war and the boy was quick to learn.
On his 21st birthday he told the old man farewell and started his journey. He didn’t now whereto but he knew what he had to do. Even though it was so many years ago he vividly remembered his parents dead and now he wanted revenge… 


Jeg har lige taget mig lidt friheder, men jeg håber du kan lide det :-) Det var meget hyggeligt at lave.

den var god... god fantasi

takker :-)

den kunne jeg lide, weinreich. det gør ikke noget at der er blevet ændret på min historie. jeg gad bare ikke selv til at oversætte den. *GG* det er en biografi som jeg skal bruge til en fjemmeside om en rollespils figur jeg har. du er velkommen til at oversætte flere tekster for mig. :)