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(A summoner FanFic) The elven front is gaining more casualties as days go by. Peace talks are underway, but the best elves could gain in this negotiation is becoming the shield for human troops. They rather not think of worse. Elves are weak. Not by nature, but summoners are what kept both realms under their own liberty against aggressive orcs. The death of their demons long ago signaled their fall in power. The elves needed to find a way out of their own doing. They began to reflect back of their glorious past. Specifically, to the elves who were not at the same time. They, who were rivaled by no one in the field of magic, who gifted the elves of knowledge to summon, who were betrayed and gave cold shoulders to the world, the Blood Elves. Blood elves agreed, albeit with one reminder. "Good luck."
Chapter I
