The Alfheim Archives

Prologue: Where it all began...

   I am Levi Anders, a White Elf by birth, although I am more widespread known by my alias Nicholas Rune. As I was born in the period known as the Light and Dark War, I grew up with a strong will and unmovable determination to bring it to an end along with all the destruction it brought with it. Hence the alias and nickname, General Nicholas Rune. Many have attempted to tell my tale from their perspective and a select few have tried hard to tell it from mine. However, none of them came close to the truth of the story and missed a handful of vital details in the process. So, I decided it was high time that I fixed it and set the story straight in this memoir of a sort.    If you know your way around Alfheim, you should be well aware that my race, the White Elves, were at war with the Dark Elves over who would be the ruling monarch. I was born in the small village of Adasqueil, in the heart of Alfheim, which was home to a few small families, including mine. I lived there with my mother and father until I was seventeen. But in an unexpected turn of events, I lost my mother when she was mercilessly slaughtered in front of me and my father was hauled away to be thrown in a dungeon to join the thousands of prisoners of war who sat in the dungeons of Niflheim. Once what happened truly settled into my head, I realized that I couldn't just sit around anymore. I had to help put this war that was killing thousands to an end, even if it resulted in my death. Of course, before I go into the unfortunate and sad part of it all, I figured that I'd tell a story or two regarding my mother and father and my "backstory". While their death saddens me, I have lots of wonderful memories that balance out the pain. They were rather average elves in both the social and the personal aspects of their lives. They were friends with everyone that they met, whether they were new or old friends, young or elderly folk. They were kind individuals who loved all no matter the circumstance. I had a good childhood growing up as well. I had friends and all the love and needed which was hard to come by in that time and a blessing compared to the lives of other children my age. My father was a naturalist who loved to be one with nature whenever he could. I guess that would be an excellent explanation as to why he was so good at using the plants around him to fulfill a purpose. My mother was a naturalist as well but she had an affinity to the wildlife not as much as plants. When I was young, I asked her to show me her powers, and she did just that. She coaxed a deer from the nearby forest and made it prance up to me, stopping at my feet. She often did this for me after that. Just about any time I asked. The catch was that every time, it was something new. It ranged from anything like a zebra, a horse, an otter, and even a panther. The list carried on for hours, but frankly, I don't want to list all of the animals off. She would also teach me to use my powers as well. She was the one who taught me the basics of controlling them and after our daily lesson, she would leave me to practice and find the extent of my powers and the depth of the pool which my power lied. The day we came to realize that I didn't have the naturalist nature and powers of my parents but instead, a battle mage, we were all in shock. My powers could destroy a building in a quick burst of fire, flood a clearing in seconds, or heal my wounds at a breakneck speed, but I could never connect to the nature around me or heal others who were in need of it. We established that I was meant to be a soldier for the good of the White Elf Colony. Even with a small possibility of me being on the front lines. We had made plans for me to go to the nearest military recruitment center shortly after my eighteenth birthday. I was to practice and polish my skills in the meantime. I had my life planned out. Just like I liked it. But little did I know, my whole life was about to change drastically. And not for the better. For not long after my seventeenth birthday, my Mother's life was taken by the enemy in front if me and my father was taken prisoner. Life would never be the same.