Yearning for the Blue Sky ~DA~ part 1

The gray-green sky opened up above the captured elves, making their work even wearier. The rain poured down in torrents, thoroughly soaking them to the bone. Their clothes hung in rags around them, and it put them in an even worse mood.

Every one of the elves had been born and raised in the camp. Supposedly, their kind had been in the camp for centuries, forever destined to be ruled by the Trolls. Only the young, stupid, and hopeless actually believed all the filth they tried to brainwash them with though.

Years of captivity with these Troll leaders had virtually stripped them of their once-famed powers. Many of the older elves prophesied that one day, an elf with amazing powers would be born to help save them all from certain death. Onwards they dug. The mud was cold, and flowing back into their enormous hole faster than they could lift it out. None knew what they were digging for; that was just as much a mystery as how all the elves on Nelome (the planet this story is situated on) had been captured.

The sky had finally fully turned a deep gray. Even the oldest elves had never seen it quite so dark. Thunder cackled it’s evil laugh in the distance, right after a forked tongue of lightning crossed the sky, sending a few elves panicking.

It was on this day that little Sumilsah was born.



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“Again,” commanded the elder, focusing his wrinkled face at Sumilsah. She had just turned 13, the age at which elves discover their powers. Hers were by far the most powerful in the camp, and the elders were reluctant to tell her this; they feared her ego would become larger than her reason.

Sumilsah was also one of the prettier elves in the camp. She had beautiful azure almond shaped eyes, and her hair was the deepest burgundy color. She had long, pointed ears, much like a stereotypical elf, and she was hardly more than five feet tall.

At last, the broken plate rose a few inches above the cracked table, then was hastily set down as Sumilsah jumped for joy.

“Finally!” she cried, “At last, I can do it!” The elder smiled, fully knowing that she was the powerful one. She was the only elf at this specific camp that could even come close to levitating something, even among elders such as himself. Of course, he would never tell her that, at least, not until it was truly her time to know.

Her azure eyes sparkled with triumph.

“Shall we do it again?” she inquired, already stretching out her hands to try again.

“Of course, little one,” He nodded his approval and she quickly set to work to try her miracle again.

Her eyes focused intently upon the plate. Her delicate hands were facing palm up. The elders had worked hard to keep her a secret from the Trolls, so she wouldn’t have to go work in the digging fields along with the other younger, healthier elves. The years of being cooped up inside had left her with a milky complexion, while all the other elves had a golden tan about them. Her elder looked out one of the few grimy windows of the shack.

“Oh,” sighed he, “What a wonderful thing it would be to see a blue sky again.” He turned his back to the window and slowly walked back to the table. “Where were we?” he inquired.

“Why’d you say that ‘bout the sky?” Sulmilsah asked, cocking her head to the side, much like a confused dog would if you talked to it.

“Sulmilsah, let me tell you a story, of many many years ago, when I was just a child,” He motioned for her to come closer to him, “As you know, we elves can live many, many years. I’m nearly a hundred myself,” He chuckled. Sulmilsah gazed with wonder at this aging relic. She had had no idea how anyone of his age and frailty could survive on these camps the Trolls had put up. She listened more intensely.

“Anyway, back, years ago, when I was a bit older than you are now, all Elves lived in their own cities, towns, villages… Yet we all lived in perfect harmony with each other. There were hardly ever any wars, and we all kept to ourselves. Most of the time, people were happy. They raised families. I had three brothers and five sisters, and we all grew up in a big old house on a farm.” He emphasized everything with his hands. “And we had the biggest, bluest sky over our heads. It was a wee bit lighter than your eyes are, I would say.” Sulmilsah smiled, but encouraged him to go onward.

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Part 2 will be out soon!

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