The longest story I've written so far. 13 pages alltogether. The Story of a Wannabe is a fantasy story based on real (Partly at least) happenings in a webbrowser based game called Warriors 2. Don't know if it's still up and running though.

This is the first part of the two part story. I am writing a sequel to this story which presents a whole new character and a new story. However it most likely will never be finished as it has been up on the shelves for years now. Anyways, read this (If you have time and interest) and let me know what you think. If someone is interested I'll post up the second chapter of this story and maybe continue the atm cancelled project (Called In the Service of the Majesty, right now.) and post it up as well. Anyways, here we go, part 1 out of 2 of The Story of a Wannabe:



After a long travel from the Capitol you finally reach the border of Black Mountains and not after long you notice a cottage on a peak of a hill, it seems to be old and deserted, so you decide to check, if somebody left any items behind, or propably because you are interested in the history of this magical land and its former inhabitants. As you step on the yard of the wooden cottage on the top of the hill, you notice two letters under a hanged body, which is hanging on one of the trees in the yard. Amazed and maybe a bit scared, you start to examine the letter, it seems to be written with steady hand moves and the writer seemed to have alot of concentration on writing while creating this note.

”This is the story of my life, how I got to hanged in this tree and what drove me to do this cowardly deed.

While being 6 years old, me and my father lived in the Gorgon Forest. There were mostly Humans and Elves running around all day. I was a good friend of the local Human Blacksmith’s boy and we played together alot. From his father we sometimes got to wear some armours, while we fenced each other. It was always friendly combat and our weapons couldn’t harm us even if we didn’t wear any armours, so our parents were quite okay with that and kept saying, that we would become great warriors someday. To this comment I usually just blurted out: “I’m not going to be just a lousy infanterist. I’ll train my self to become a great archer and lead my own LongBow unit to victory like you dad!” If I wasn’t with my friend, then I was in the Archery Range watching my father to practice his skills. He spended almost all of his time in there, teaching some beginners, or practising his own archering. He was always very kind man and never despised anyone.

My father was in the army as an archer divisions commander and one day he got a letter from a knight, whom were riding a proud looking white stallion and wearing a shiny armour, the letter said, that he should check in the Army Barracks for briefing on a fast nearing battle. The army sent him and his unit of archer amongst with several infanterist units to the front line against the troll army. He met his destiny in that battle after the fort defenses broke down on the first blow from the trolls. They just didn’t have enough men to beat them. He ordered, that they would remain their station and take out as many trolls as possible. Many did die, but also many archers from his unit fled the battlefield, or died in the tip of the enemy lance. He, my father was the only one left to maintain his place and he just kept firing arrows of death towards the nearing enemy. But after a while he felt a thurst of a sword in his stomach and he fell to the ground to die.

For me the army told in a letter, very detailed of the happenings of that day and praised him to the Valhalla from his heroic deeds in the battlefield. I also got his warbow, that he used against the trolls. It still had some blood from my father, so I cleaned it and took good care of it. My father became my idol and that warbow reminded me to stay on the course, that my father will choose for me in the Valhall for me. I would train my self with his bow and some day die in battlefiel for the cause of good and King Efraim. And by doing this I would follow the footsteps of my father and idol, that he left behind for me.

It was my father’s dearest weapon, and now it was mine. Eventhough the only glittering, or fancy thing in the whole Gorgon Forest was that warbow. Even the local archery were pretty much as primitive and simple as possible. But yet he still trained there with his bow. Everyday I dreamed to follow in my father’s footsteps and kill as many trolls as I could.


I practised everyday, with my fathers Knights Elven warbow of the magi for about 5 years at the local archery, the very same one where my father practised also. Many of his friends volunteered to train me, but no matter how hard I tried and no matter how good my teacher was I just couldn’t learn the required technique. I still stayed as a poor archer, even after long and hard practising, but I didn’t loose hope yet, I thought that I will learn someday.

I also had a light poor sword that I got from the Human Blacksmith. I trained with that also, so I could fight in close combat too. However I didn’t have the money to buy, or upgrade it to a proper weapon for fighting, so I had to settle for that poor sword, which was about to brake down in any second.

By that time I decided, that training in archery would be useless and just plain waste of time for now. So I took few days to relax and think things over, but it took just 3 days when I heard, that some kind of knight from Capitol were heading here to see for possible new recruits for the Royal Army. After hearing this I decided, that it was my time to get out from the Forest and see the world. I asked from the knight when I finally met him in the town centre, if I could travel with the new recruits for a while and he agreed. I did this, because I knew, that they would stop in time to time to practice on some army tactics, so they wouldn’t be total rookies on this when reaching their destination. Well... this didn’t do much for me, but I did learn few useful tricks I could use in the future.

I travelled with the group for something about a week and after that I decided to part from it and headed towards the Ancient Plains. There I found alot of places with fresh markings of great battles and skirmishes. I found some weapons and armours I was able to use, but most of them were already broken. I also noticed that all the best items were taken by the winner of the battle, or other adventurers whom got there before me. I spent alot of time in there, but all I was able to find was death and evil creatures. But also alot of other adventurers and heroic knights, whom tried to fight back the evil that was consuming the Plains.

One day during my adventuring I met another adventurer who told me, that there were other Forest, with mostly Elves in it just to the North. But then I remembered, that my parents had warned me about Dark Forest in the North East and that I should never go there. They told me, that the people in there are evil and traitors of our glorious race. But I had also heard from my companions and other adventurers, that they were also propably the most talented people in archery, that Gorgon had and propably will never see. And this lid my fire of interest and I decided to see what my town’s folk, my parents, friends and companions were talking about.

It didn’t take long for me to find the route to the Dark Forest, but when reaching the border I had a great will to turn around and run away from this wicked place. But I forced my self to enter the Forest. Not long after entering I spotted a large camp fire, or more likely a huge bonfire. That made me feel a little safer, after all my grandparents had told me alot from my roots in Finland and about a weird feast when you could see bonfires everywhere. I still wonder how some people found their way to our world and where this strange nations is located. By the time I got pretty near the village I noticed, that this bonfire was different. It was just purely a mark of the village central and a way to light and warm the village.


I collected all my confidence and courage, before entering the village and hoped, that they wouldn’t recognize, that I were a Good Elf. Afterall I was an Elf, just like them and my clothes had been torn apart and very dirty from the sand, dust and mud in the Ancient Plains. So in their eyes I was just a regular Dark Elf, just like them. And when I noticed this I decided to stay there for a while, before continuing my travel. I pretty soon got known by everyone in there and I soon learned to know them, since it were pretty small village. The community and daily rituals and chores were extremely similar as in my home, so it was pretty easy to act like one of them for the time I had to be in there. However I had evil chills running along my spine all the time I were there.

The Bowmaker’s hut and the local Archery Range became the places of my highest interest. Also because I were a faithful Elf, the High Elve’s Temple became the place I also visited very often. And it was everytime totally full of Dark Elves whom prayed for their foul gods.

That temple seemed rather old, so I guess it was builded by the predecessor of King Efraim. The markings and the Temple’s history log confirmed this.

As the days passed by I slowly started to feel, that there were something very, very wrong in the village, something unusual which I haven’t noticed before and it came to me on one morning when I made it to the Bowmaker. He would give me a slightly despising look to me when I entered his working hut, but not caring I just asked, if he could work on my bow. And after long time of doubtful and examining watching he sayed to me: “Sure, I think, that I am able to work some tricks on the bow.” And returned it to me as a Kings Elven warbow of the magi. That visit was extremely awkward and the moment when I learned, that I had stayed with them too long. I sensed their sharp doubtful eyes on my neck no matter what I did, or where I went. On the very same day I decided, that it was time to leave, before they would lynch me from being a good Elf. But before doing this I fastly made my last visit in the local archery and joined the archery competition. I steadily and calmly focused to my arm, bow and arrow and shot all the 10 shots towards the hanging rings:
1: 31 points
2: 27 points
3: 33 points
4: 39 points
5: 17 points Total: 303 out of 1000
6: 26 points
7: 54 points
8: 25 points
9: 19 points
10: 32 points

303 points even after all that training, praying to the gods and practicing, I still wasn’t able to hit the target even, if it were right under my nouse.

I thought, that my only chance of surviving would be pretty much in the Gorgon Swamp, where all the Amazons lived. I had a few friends in there, so I got a shelter and some adventure companion from there. But I wasn’t very well accpeted in this community either from the fact of me being a male Elf, so I couldn’t stay there long either.

I spent few weeks in the swamp adventuring and killing spiders and other foul beasts. After some time of this I thought, that I was skilled enough to continue my travelling to North. To Dark Mountains.

Pretty much as soon as I found my way to the mountains I met a Hero Dwarf. I noticed, that his eyes were filled with anger and hatred towards me. After 2 seconds of staring me he lifted his huge axe to air and attacked me screaming without hesitating even a second. I managed to to dodge his 3 first swings towards my body, but once he made a hit on my torso I lost my balance and were unable to protect my self from the next attack from his axe. So he hit me to my armour again, which sent me off my feet and to the ground weeping. He was about to make his final strike and decap me for good and right then his friend stopped him and saved me from the mortal blow. My armour had protected me from the most strenght of his axes swing, but the next one would pierce it like a sharp knife pierces a thin piece of bread.

I thought that they were going to lynch me right now and there for the sins that my grandfathers had done for these dwarves. I was still very young so they decided to spare my life and started to take care of me. Where ever he went I would tag along. He would protect me from other dwarves that still carried hatred towards my kind and taught me to fight properly.

His name was Sir Ottar the Dwarf. He had a long white beard and carried an Ancient Knights Full Plate Mail of Valhall, which was always clean and shiny. His face was scarred from the countless combats he has been in, but he was kind and good guy who would harm noone who just didn’t try to challenge him.


Ottar was a great warrior. He has builded a small cottage where he had a great weapon collection, from his many victorious battles. We spent alot of time in there. He would show his most precious items and tell tales how he got them. His favourite from all those axes, swords and hammers was Godly Axe of hardness He doesn’t know why, but it seems as if it was like made in his hands and it showed. The way he handled that axe was just amazing. He was so proud of it and I knew he would never let it go out of his hands willingly.

Ottar and me made our way to the Dwarven Armourer to get me a porper armour, so I could fight properly without paying so much attention in guarding my body. After we got my body armour upgraded properly by that dwarf we made our way towards The Ruins. Almost everyday we made an ambush for the foul beasts. I would settle about 30 meters away and shoot an arrow towards the enemy. Especially Zombies caused troubles, since they really care about my arrows, but that’s when my step-father would come and slash them dead, if they got too near me. But I mostly were able to take their lives, with my arrow. Orcs and Trolls were easy, but Zombies really didn’t care about my arrows, but I got few of those dead too. This became the place for us where we would practice on our skills, or he would teach me some new ones.

One day after few years one morning I found him dieing in his bed. He was seriously ill. It was the feared plague, that ravaged the land. I stayed near him untill death would come and take him to eternal rest. Once he came my father, he gave me his axe. Ofcourse he didn’t have the strenght to hand it, so I had to take it my self. Before leaving the house I buried him to the ground and announced his closest friends about this. Next morning pretty much the whole village was mourning his death.

Even from far away I noticed, that it looked heavy. And it just didn’t look heavy, it was. I was just barely able to lift the whole weapon, but my swings with that axe would be way too easy to block, so I didn’t use it in engagements.

So when it was my time to head out again. I was eguipped with an Excellent bow, that I really weren’t able to shoot at all, a vicious axe, that was just way too heavy for me to handle properly and a poor sword, that I was able to use and even pretty good, but it weren’t able to even penetrate a leather armour. So my only survival method would be sneaking and avoiding combat.

Eventhough we spent most of our time in The Ruins we did many travellings to other places too and Walmork was one of them. Mostly we would visit the Monthly Market and see some tournaments, that were held in there. I needed to get somewhere safe and train myself anyway, so I tought that Walmork would be the place for me, but maybe I would even find my fortune in there.

While I was travelling there I trained my strength, so I was able to make a powerful swing with my axe, but it still stayed too heavy for me, if I wanted to block strikes with it. So I decided to keep practicing in strenght. But I also learned it’s special shapings. One point wouldn’t cut so well as the other, but it would cause more brutal wounds and would be deadlier this way, but the more cutting point would be ideal for splitting heads.

I slowly became stronger, and my items got slowly better and better. Finally I was a great warrior when it came to close combat. I had great trust towards my plate mail, so I concentrated to making that decapitating swing and if I missed that armour would prevent the enemy from causing me damage on most of the cases. Balance wasn’t my strongest point, so I couldn’t travel, or adventure anywhere without companion to save me, if I fell from a powerful thrust.

While living in Capitol I started to often visit the Dark Forest again. But by now they knew better, that I wasn’t a Dark Elf, so I had to be careful while being in there. However couple Dark Elves didn’t cause much problems to me, but a horde of them would easily take me out. Luckily they didn’t want to face me, and those who did went alone, or with a small group, so it was pretty easy for me to go around. Eventhough they often hitted me to leg, or arm, or wounded me other way I were still able to take them on. The only reason for me to go there again was to see, if their tactics differs from Orcs, or Trolls. Since I’ve been quite alot of time away from Elven community. And my plans involved getting into army, so it would be good to know each strong and weak points.

I spent alot of time living in a small weak hut I crafted with my own hands. It couldn’t take a storm, but it was a place where to turn my head, if needed. Many elves were killed before I felt, that I was ready to join the army. So I took a new destination and that was already so familiar Capitol of Walmork.

After I reached the regions of the Capitol I was greeted warmly by the guards and few knights I knew already from there. But I was too determined to stop to talk with them. I walked fast towards the large building and stormed the room with a heavily armoured knight sitting behind a desk. I signed the papers and joined the army. It didn’t take long untill I heard the call of the army.

They sayed to me, that there was a huge troll army that was getting together at the same place where my father met his destiny and joined the forces of Valhall. It was true, that Trolls were mainly peacefully, but these were those radicals, whom didn’t settle for the current treaty and there were many of them. Even more than we had men in our division.


We travelled long untill we reached the point and engaged with the trolls. But I weren’t with the archers. I was in the infantry unit with troopers and officer knights. With a loud warcry we ran down the hill we were standing. The voice was almost unbearable as both Trolls and us made our warcrys and the voice of the stallions were like 100 thunders straight from the hand of Thor himself. The shiny armours blinded everybodies eyes when the sun reflected from then, but soon the dust, that all those warriors, horses and stallions rised from the ground with their feet.

Soon there was a terrible sound of swords and axes hitting on each other combined with the horriffying sounds of death from both sides. The dust layer on the air was so thick, that you couldn’t see how your friend fared right next to you. The ground was red from blood and the air was full of noises of pain, warcries, cursing and chanting.

After I met an enemy Troll and got him decapitated I had enough time to look behind me and I noticed, that I was still able to see up the hill where we came from and there were standing a extremely wide row of archer Elves and few from other races. I weren’t busy at the moment with an enemy, so I raised my shield and prepared myself for an arrow rain. Eventhough I had myself protected rather well I got a hit to my leg from one of our own archers, but I really didn’t notice it. I was so fully hyped up with anger, enthausism and fury I couldn’t feel a thing except my own hatred towards the enemy.

Once I returned to the battle and fought furiously. I slaughtered many Trolls with pure anger, but when the battle started to reach its end, my fighting was more likely a dance. A calm, steady dance of death. Decapitating and thursting my sword to the stomach of my enemies. I saw death everywhere. Trolls, Elves, Humans, Dwarves all fighting, dieing, or laying cold on the ground. Some bodies were so badly wounded and crushed, that it was inpossible for anyone to identify them.

Everything was identical, like it was when my father died. The place, the opponent, everything. Except for one flaw. A flaw, that would bring our division to victory this time. A flaw that would make a difference between mine and my idols battles.

Our army had a backup sent from all around the world this time and all of a sudden from nowhere, there were a legion of our own warriors. It wasn’t a large legion, but it was enough for us to light up a new fire of fury and strenght in us. Soon we had the Trolls totally out cold on the ground. With the help of the enforcements we had we were able to win. I didn’t know if it was planned, or not, but it doesn’t matter. We won! After bathing a while in the glory of victory I looked down and noticed the arrow firmly attached on my leg and carefully removed it.

I also noticed that there were few trolls escaping the battle ground. Our archers were way too far away, to sharpshoot anyone from so far away and nobody from our warriors were that fast from their feet, so I decided to trust on luck and my father in Valhall and took the arrow I had on my leg, grapped the bow I was carrying and stored it before the battle not too far away the battle ground then I gained my arching position and shot the arrow towards the running Trolls.

It hit the target to his throat. He fell painfully to the ground and bled slowly to death. For a very long time I was able to kill someone with an arrow.

But after looking back and looking to my fellow warriors celebration and the dead bodies and blood flowing on the ground. I wasn’t proud.

I followed in my father’s footsteps, and ended up into the very same situation with him. But I wasn’t proud. I wanted to be here as an archer, not as a close-combat warrior.

Soon after this battle I resigned from the army. I had wounds all over my body from arrows, swords, axes and daggers, my kill records were extremely impressive, but I wasn’t proud.

Eventhough I had that great kill record, I didn’t make it as an archer I was ment to be. I didn’t give up just yet, but it had no use. I practiced for days for nothing.

I became older, I became a warrior veteran; a warrior veteran of close-combat. I was feared by others, I was honoured by others. But I wasn’t proud.

I wasn’t able to learn the secrets of archery.

/Caldera the Elf”

That was quite interesting. You can clearly see that the story has its roots on that game, but if you don't take it too seriously, it doesn't matter. I would be happy to see the other part.

Btw. I believe you have translated that from Finnish. You should do some fixing here and there. for example this chapter:

Yeah, I know that there's some errors and stuff. I just happened to find it from the corner of my computer and threw it here. I assume you've played the game Muikuli?

Might as well go and dig up the second part then too...

-C

Right, found it. Here's the concluding part for this one... don't think I will finish the sequel for this anytime soon, propably not in this decade, so don't hold your breath for it.



After you drop the first letter you pick up the other letter and start to examine the second part of the story.

”So I got out of the army, with wide knowledge of close combat. Scars all over my body and I had great collection of trophies I collected from dead trolls; Gold and equipment mostly, but most of the armours and weapons were totally broken, crushed, or damaged beyond repair, so I really didn’t get anything new and useful from the battle ground.

I started a small trip marching back to the capital, so I could hand the equipment I was wearing to the local blacksmith, so he could do his magic on them and make them better and stronger, so I would have better items for my upcoming combats.

While I was traveling I met strangely alot of adventurers, scouts, warriors and other people who were going to the mountains, I stopped to talk to them and I understood, that there was a great battle going in Walmork between a great hero and a rabid Ancient Dragon, so people was searching safe from the mountains. I was a little scared, since I had heard how even the greatest of the warriors were stumped to the ground by these old peace keepers, but I had no choice, but to confront this fearsome beast, because I really needed my equipment to be repaired and upgraded.

After I reached the border of the town I noticed 4 Royal Guards keeping people from entering the town, but they led me in after I sayed, that I had become to help with slaying this beast. The first buildings were burned to the ground, but when I looked further I saw houses still burning, so I thought, that the hero and the dragon must be somewhere towards that direction.

Eventhough the sun was already falling down and the battle had started in the early hours of the morning, they were still going at it. The dragon was large and full of wounds and bleeding badly, but still seemed to have alot of strenght and the great hero weren’t too far from the dragon as what comes to condition. He also had some wounds, that were bleeding through his armour, which was full of bumps and holes. Also his shield were heavily damaged, but it still protected from the mortal breath of the dragon.

I stalked as near the fighting couple as possible and waited for my opportunity to join the battle. At one point the dragon and the hero disengaged from the battle for a second and then I shot my arrow towards the dragon and it hit, but didn’t cause any damage. After this I took my axe from my back and took my shield from the side of my horse to protect myself and started running towards the dragon to perform a well balanced swing to the feet of the dragon, trying to drop the beast to ground, but the dragon kept its balance even after few more strikes.

The hero and I fought the whole night, but my combat buddy was losing strength and he just fell to the ground and the dragon literally dumped him flat to the ground feeling nothing but pure hate towards us. For a second I was just looking to my new found friend, but there was nothing I could do to save him, since he was already dead. The dragon swung his huge claws towards me and I was awakened back to the reality and I was able to take most of the damage from the swing to my shield, but it was still too powerful strike for me, so I flew to the ground. I noticed how the dragon was preparing him for another crushing strike to take my life from me too, but before he the foul being could hit me I rolled aside and counter-attacked it to the feet which made it to stumble, so I arose from the ground and made the final swing to the back of the dragon which sent it to the ground with crushing one entire house under its body. I ran to it’s head and decapitated the dragon.

I looked around and saw that most of the houses were burnt, or crushed to the ground and there were still some rivers of blood flowing slowly down the street, but the dawn was beautiful. The sun was rising and the orange clouds made the scenery look like a painting. I slowly walked down the street and told the 4 royal guards, that the vile beast was eliminated, they would know what to do. I entered back to the city and went to the blacksmith, luckily he and his house survived the events, so I gave him my equipment and he repaired them and made few improvements to them. I also visited the old barracks, but because it was pretty much in the center of the city it was heavily damaged, but a part of it remained intact, where the new barracks would be built.

When people started flowing back to the city, they were of course grateful to me for slaying that horrifying beast, but when my former combat buddies and commanders recognized me, they started to reject me for abandoning the army so soon as I did. Of course they too were grateful for my deeds, but I just couldn’t stay in that city any longer. They escorted me out and so I was out again traveling back to the Black Mountains.

I started building a house near the border of the capital near my step-father’s house. I just couldn’t stay in there, because it was nearly at the point of collapsing, but I did visit there often and especially visited my step-fathers tomb alot. I did alot of things, crafted my own bows and practiced with my axe and sword and also with my shield. Of course I still had the dream of becoming a great archer, so I spent most of the time training with my bow.

When ever I got bored, I would visit The Ruins which evil had already consumed and was now crawling with foul beasts, but also other warriors, adventurers and knights. AS so often before, I would first try my luck with my bow, to kill the poor thing, if it missed as usually did, or weren’t a lethal I would draw my sword, or take my mighty axe from my back and would decapitate the thing. The place is mostly swarming with zombies, evil knights and converted Royal Guards. They weren’t even a challenge to me, this was purely fun for me. Sure in time to time I would get a wound, but they were never nothing serious.

One day during the days I was spending in The Ruins I met an experienced Amazon woman whacking two evil knights. I watched her moves from the distance and noticed one thing on her moves. She weren’t aggressive, or using so much strength. She was more like dancing with her sword , showing alot of finesse, of course she was unable to make a powerful swing, but instead she made many more slashes, than I could in the same time.

I followed her a day, just watching. I also noticed, that she was an expert with bows and spears, unlike me. Her arrows would drop dead just about any thing that had their miserable life in here, but if the group were too big, hen she would have to use her sword and dance of death. However one time a large group of Orcs suddenly got frantic and attacked her. There were just way too many of them and she needed help, so I would first shoot an arrow through one’s head by luck and jumped down to make some whirls of my own, which weren’t as fine, but more lethal for sure.


I didn’t have time to pick up my shield, so I was pretty vulnerable and had to use more time protecting myself with my sword than in attacking. At first the situation was pretty dim, but soon there were 8 Orcs lying on the ground breathless and it started to lighten up. Orcs ain’t good fighters, but when they launch an attack as a group like this, they are fearsome. My sword was already totally wet with blood and the ground started to redden and get more slippery, so we had to move a little slower, but that’s where my style would have it’s advantages. I swung my sword as hard as I could and threw it through of one Orc, because I had to switch to my axe, so I could do more damage on my opponents.

The amazon also changed her style and became more aggressive lunging brutally through the enemy. Soon there were only 3 Orcs left, 2 of them rushed towards me and one was fighting with the amazon. I just simply threw my axe towards the neck of the other Orc decapitating him and picked up a dagger from the ground and threw it to his forehead. He didn’t drop immediately to the ground but just left standing there for a second and finally a cold breeze made him to fall down. The Amazon were still merely playing with the single Orc and finally she mercifully lunged her sword through his stomach.

The woman was dressed in black armour, wearing some kind of golden crown and Kings Winged Boots of Speed. I had seen one of those before and it would give the bearer great speed and made him/her more agile. She was wearing a golden cape in her shoulders and she had eyes red like fire.

She told me, that she was exile from The Swamp, but she refused to tell the reason for that. I escorted her to my house and we treated each others wounds. After that we went hunting alot together. We were pretty much invincible in The Ruins where we visited often. She pierced the enemies with her spear and I decapitated them with my axe.

One day I decided, that I had no use for my bow and because she was so good with these I gave my bow to her, which really delighted her, because she had never seen such a powerful bow and her talents really showed with my father’s bow. She were able to shoot the arrow through a ring hanging 150 feet away. The arrow shot from this bow would be lethal to 250 feet, if not wearing an armour, but even with an armour it would be lethal from 175 feet away.

Eventhough we lived together and made a lot of adventuring and traveling together I weren’t as happy as I could be. The dwarves, that lived in the Black Mountains attacked me pretty often, because my ancestors during the second age after the great war had stolen all the dwarven unique items, which started a conflict between us and dwarfs, but that weren’t so much of a problem to me.

The problem was, that I wasn’t used to live with someone else before and I missed solo hunting, which were so much different, because then you had nobody to guard your back. In fact I missed that so much, that I just had to leave her after few years of living together.

After I went out in purpose of leaving my own house, without a obvious reason, I noticed, that I was in the same situation as I was when I was a kid. I was wandering around the world without a purpose, without a goal, just being me and searching for adventurers and seeing various people on my travels.

But I were happy this way, the only protection I needed was the light coming from the sky, my armour, my shield and my sword. I was well enough equipped to face just about any kind of danger the world had to offer.
I was still dreaming of becoming a great archer, so I traveled back to the Dark Forests once again, because I knew, that there lived the best bow makers in this world. Of course I wasn’t very popular there anymore, but few actually had the courage to attack me and even those who did weren’t so much of a opponent to me, because arching in this forest is almost impossible, because the trees grow so close each other, so I really had nothing to worry about in here.

I went to a bow shop which owner I knew from my last visit and he didn’t resist too much about me purchasing from his shop. After all I could have slayed him right there and take the stuff I wanted, but that would go too far. He sold me a nice bow, not as good as my previous one from my father, but it was good.

I once again started training and practicing for years and learned alot new about aiming and sharp-shooting. I actually thought, that I had grown to become pretty good archer, so I started making ambushes for Dark Elves and especially for Trolls which I enjoyed a lot. I really loved the sound how the arrow cutted through the air and then penetrated the enemies armours causing them to make a blood chilling sounds, or chanting some war cries, for their followers, to kill me, never succeeding in the task.

After I thought, that I was good enough once again I decided to test my skills and see, if I could become the archer I dreamed to be. I went in the local Archer School and checked myself in to the competition. I took my bow and the house gave me 10 arrows, just like last time. I stretched my bow and steadied my arms and released the arrow. Doing this 10 times under deep concentration. The result for my hard work was: 468 points out of 1000.

Sure it went better, than last time, but no. I still wasn’t even near the result of a great archer. I went back to a village in Dark Forest and sold the cursed bow to the best bidder.

I was becoming a little older, but it didn’t affect on my body too much yet, so I was thinking to myself, that I should do what I knew best, where I was one of the best. That was close combat, so I started once again training with my sword and axe, but now I also started to train on how to whack someone’s head off with my shield too. This skill could save my life someday, if the enemy crushed my weapons, or I lost’em.
I made the small journey back to the Capital once again and I met 2 Royal Guards, which I recognized to be my former combat buddies. After a small chit chatting they led me in. They still weren’t too happy about me abandoning them, so I had to convince them, that I would come back to the army and fight the evil back to where it came from. I went through the door where I knew, that the recruiting officer would be sitting behind his desk his feet on the table and wearing that large armour. I never liked the guy, but I just had to meet him again.

After some heavy paper work, they led me in the army again. But I didn’t have to start from the bottom, because of my huge experience, from my last army career. They actually gave me a rank of a commander and my very own division.

I led my army through many victorious battles against Trolls, Orcs, Zombies, Dark Elves, Giants and even against another army of Evil Knights and turned Royal Guards, we fought against pretty much anything you can think of, but the only battles I really enjoyed was the once against the cursed Trolls.





I saw many of my men fall in the battles fall, but in the most of the battles we were victorious, but not in all, not even nearly in all. My men had diminished a lot from the beginning and the morale had fell as well.

After 2 years I had led my division from battle to battle, sometimes with other divisions and sometimes alone, but I had never had such a bad feeling about the upcoming conflicts, than in this one. From the distance I saw a huge dust rising from the ground and surely after a while I saw horsemen, archers, knights and axe men coming with furious speed towards us, this small army were led by a human knight sitting on a proud looking white stallion. He was wearing a heavy red combat armour and I could see his sword, it had to be 1,5 metres long and the blade itself had to be at least 5 cm wide, in the handle I noticed to be made from gold and there were gems crafted inside. I had never seen such a magnifying sword, except the Valhalla’s Titans who fought against evil somewhere in Secret Mountains, where all the dragons lived.

The great commander was only a messenger, carrying a message from King Efraim himself, ordering these enforcements under my command and to attack a gathering army somewhere near the border of the Dark Mountains and The Ruins. We travelled there for a long time and once we got there we saw a large army made from Trolls, Orcs and some vile beasts living in The Ruins, like Zombies and Evil Knights, I also saw some turned Royal Guards in their rows.

Then I heard a loud sound coming from the direction of the enemy army and then a huge group of Orcs raised their bows and shot a rain of death made from arrows upon us. Luckily Orcs ain’t such a good archers, but there were so many of them, that the arrows were raining down everywhere around us. Luckily I was able to raise my shield up, before the rain reached us, but some of our men didn’t have that luck.

After the rain stopped they all rushed down the hill and so did we, the battle would be fought in a valley. As I was running down the hill I was thinking to myself, why foul beasts like the ones we were going to fight against now would make an alliance even for the cause of consuming more land? Trolls and especially Trolls don’t like any other race and the Zombies and other mindless beasts don’t have the wits of getting organized like this. There had to be some kind of higher evil behind this, but that wasn’t my job to figure. My job was to slay the enemy and that’s what I went to do, the Valhalla’s Gods and Titans would solve the thing with the one who organized this army against us.

We didn’t have time to make a fort, or any kind of a fortified wall, so this fight would be totally in the open. I made a loud warcry to enchant my men to be more furious and then there was this terrible sound. The sound of metal hitting another piece of metal. I immediately started to hear the screams of someone getting wounded, or dieing.

I was fighting so focused, that almost nothing was able to disturb my fighting, I felt no pain, no emotions all I was able to feel was the sword and the shield in my hands. I saw how my sword would cut through the enemy. It was like a dream and I was dancing in the center of all these beasts. There was heads falling all around me, there were men dieing all around me. I saw arrows from our sharp-shooter Elves penetrating through even the strongest armours.

At one point I awoke from the trance, when I saw, that I had come through the whole enemy army and I was now standing in front of the Orc archers. One of them noticed me and I just totally froze, I was unable to hide, or shield myself, when I saw how one of them stretched his bow and released it.

I saw how the arrow cut through the air. It felt like a eternity untill the arrow hit me. It went right through my armour and penetrated my stomach. I thought, that this is going to be it, this is going to be where I would find my death. I fell to the ground and soon passed from the pain and the loss of blood. I was just lying on the ground passed out and a arrow in my stomach while the 2 huge armies fought.

Finally after many hours, maybe even days, who knows, I woke up from a pool of blood. I quickly rose up in agony and broke the feather end from the arrow and carefully removed it from my stomach. After that I just looked around me and I could see dead bodies, heads, even arms and legs lying all around the bloody ground. There was nobody to be seen, but the dust from the battle was still in the air slowly lowering down towards the ground.

After I saw how much there was men from my army dead on the ground I was starting to fear the worst, so I started counting our own men systematically. It took a hour, or two for me to count all of our warrior bodies and as I was afraid the count matched with the number of our men. Our whole legion of warriors, knights and archers was slaughtered. Except for one poor Elf, me.

After that horrifying battle the Evil Knights had reported the result of it even to the King Efraim, whom then sent few scouts to see, if this were true. When they saw the carnage, they believed what the foul knights had said. Of course they carried all our warriors and buried them properly.

The whole country of Walmork thought, that I was dead, our army, the Orcs, the Trolls, the Giants, the Titans and the whole community of Walmork thought, that I was dead, so I didn’t have much choices, but to live the rest of my life as a hermit after losing my identity. Nobody believed me as the great warrior and commander whom once led the largest legion that the Walmork had ever seen.

I was wounded, but I still started walking towards the house I had built in the Black Mountains, however the travel seemed like a impossible thing to do with me being wounded so bad, but luckily I saw a horse which probably had run away, or was in that huge combat, but anyhow that horse made the distance possible for me to travel and I soon got there.

I was looking for the woman, whom I had lived with for some years, but she was nowhere to be seen. Once I got inside I started healing my wound. It was pretty bad, but I got it so, that it would heal in time and after that I was getting so damn tired, that I decided to go straight to bed, but that’s where I saw my father’s bow on the bed and a letter where the Amazon had wrote not to look for her and that she was pregnant and carrying my baby, but because I was away wandering somewhere in the wilderness she couldn’t stay and wait for me, so she had left to see a proper place where to raise that child.

After that I just lived here in the mountains alone. I got a lot of visitors from many young inexperienced warriors and I taught many of them as best as I could, just like my step-father had done for me years ago, but none of them really believed, that I was one of the greatest warriors and thought, that I was just crazy, but I still trained them, because they reminded me of my-self, when I was still just a young wannabe archer.

After that I was getting old and I started writing these stupid tales of myself. The days of adventure was helplessly behind me and I was getting bored out of my skull.



Finally I just fed up, and went out and hung myself. I failed to become the archer I wanted to become, I failed to save my combat buddies in the huge battle, I failed to support a wife.

Now I can at last succeed in something, I’m going to get a success in killing myself where my enemies had failed.

At this very moment my dear reader, I am hanging from a tree as a wannabe archer that never became an archer. I was never proud of myself even if I was once a great warrior.

Now I’m finally going to die.. but not in a combat like I thought I was going to.

But as a coward wannabe archer warrior.

Dear reader, you can find my bow, sword and axe right beneath my legs. Let these weapons kill those cursed Trolls.

/Caldera the Elf”

It's a long but interesting read, I'll give you that, but this is a fan fic of Warriors 2, so I'm gonna move it to the Fan Fics section. For future reference to anyone, a fan fic of ANY movie or game goes in the fan fics sub-forum of the writers section. ;)