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I wrote this about three years ago during Christmas break, got stuck on how to continue it and never went back to it. I decided to give it a shot and try working on it again. Any ideas on how to continue the story would be greatly appreciated.

Chapter 1

A dark form walks under the canopy of a dense ancient forest, moonlight sneaking through the cracks in the earthly roof above. The form passes through a patch of moonlight escaping through the leaves, revealing a tall grim faced man, his long dark hair slowly drifting in the cold night breeze.

The attire of the man was as grim and scarred as the owner, a long black cloak concealing what once was a fine ornate crimson tunic, now torn and stained from many battles. A long sleek blade rested in his right hand in case of an ambush, though he doubted anyone knew he was here. In his left hand he held a small glass vial, emitting a soft green glow reflecting off of his pale, scarred skin. The man did not know much about the contents of the vial. He knew only that his masters greatly desired it, though he knew not why. He guessed that it must contain extraordinary powers; why else would his masters have sent him to find it. The man walked trough another patch of light revealing a twisted grin on his face, five months of searching and he had finally found it on the alter of an elven temple. Now only a day’s length away from the liar of his master he couldn’t help but feel proud and did the one thing he shouldn’t have done.

He let his guard down.

A sleek black feathered arrow struck him hard in the chest, blood slowly dripping from the wound. He could feel his breath heaving as a second arrow struck his right arm causing him to drop his blade. Yelling in pain the man fell to ground, he nervously searched for which direction the attack was coming from. A third arrow struck the back of his head. As his life slowly faded away from him he muttered softly “my masters, please forgive me” he then fell to the ground, dropping the glass vial on the soft floor of the forest. He was dead.

Stepping out from the shadows of the wood appeared a tall slender elf maiden, her dark green tunic shaping her features perfectly, a yew bow with many strange symbols carved into it strung in her hand. She warily walked out of the shadows towards the the body of the grim-faced man, her bright green eyes shining in the moonlight. She slowly kneeled down next to the body, brushing her long brown hair out of her eyes. She then began searching the body for something; she stopped when she saw the man’s face. Though he had just died a painful death, he was strangely relaxed with a smile on his face as if a heavy burden had been lifted and that he could now finally live freely in the afterlife. As she stares at the face of the man, she notices a strange marking on the side of his neck. As she looks closer the mark becomes more defined, revealing a glowing red demonic eye, a symbol that has not been seen by elf or mortal in centuries. As she moves her hand to touch the symbol it slowly begins to fade away. Soon after the symbol disappeared entirely, leaving no trace that it was ever there.

The elf gasps and says “The Necro’Korda…it can’t be, they’ve been dead for eight hundred years”

The elf quickly gets up and yells “Misos!” her voice echoing in the deep forest. As soon as her echo faints away a tall broad shouldered elf holding a silver spear appears out of the shadows running towards the lady elf.

“Lady Lilia are you okay, did you find the thief?”

Lilia looks down at the body “yes Misos I did, but I have grave news. It seems that this human was a member of the Necro’Korda though I do not how, but he is the one that stole the vial of Gaima-sief from one of the eight elemental temples where the eight vials of the Seif reside”

“Did you recover the vial?” said Misos

Lilia looks back down at the body, noticing something she didn’t see before, a faint green glow coming from under his hand. “This must be it” said Lilia, moving the thief’s hand aside revealing the green glowing vial. Lilia carefully picks the vial up and places it in a fine emerald green pouch tide to the belt of her tunic. Both Lilia and Misos let out a sigh of relief, then Misos smiles and says “two days of tracking and we finally find it”. Lilia smiles back, and then looks back at the neck of the thief where the wretched symbol is etched into his skin, still in disbelief “this is not possible, I thought they were dead”. Misos walks up to Lilia and put his hands on her shoulders and asks “who exactly are these Necro’Korda anyway and why do you worry about them?” She turns and gives Misos a confused look “you mean to tell me you don’t know who the Necro’Korda are?” Misos shrugs and says “yes, you have to remember im only two hundred and you’re nine hundred”. Lilia nods her head “im sorry I forget that you are so young, but this is not the place to talk of such things. we should return the vial to its temple. Misos nods in agreement and picks up the dead mans body “I guess we should bury him. Thief or not, every life deserves a rightful burial”. Lilia thinks about it then says “I guess you’re right, very well then we should get started. Lilia stands up and takes a strange amulet from her tunic and mutters a long forgotten language. Suddenly roots rise from the ground, dragging the thief’s body into the ground. “May the keepers allow you into the sanctuary” Said Lilia praying “Farewell.” Lilia turned around to misos with a determined look on her face “If we leave now we can reach the Sacred City before morning. “Well let’s go” said misos. So Lilia and Misos begin there trip back to the the capitol to restore the sacred vial to its rightful place, unaware of what failed that night.
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Far away an aged man wearing a black tunic with a demonic eye tattooed on the side of his neck walks through the threshold of what once was a magnificent cathedral built in honor of a now long forgotten deity. The man moved between the row of pews towards the alter walking around a once exquisite chandelier that now lay in ruins on the cracked marble floor. As the man moved closer to the alter a tall menacing man came into view, his face hidden behind a silver plated mask with a single red demonic eye etched on the forehead, and where his eyes should have been were two empty holes. Looking into them is like looking into an endless abyss. Slowly the masked man crept towards the shaking old man, his dark cloak rustling in the wind. The old man bowed in respect as the masked man stopped in front of him waving his hand in gesture for him to rise. The old man stood up coming face to face with the masked man, those empty holes boring into his mind as if they were reading his thoughts.
“It’s been a while Leon, hasn’t it?” said the masked man with a deep, soul shattering voice.
“Yes Lord Thannatos it has” said Leon nervously. Lord Thanatos nods “so for what reason have you come here, has the vial of Gaima-sief been retrieved?” Yes my lord, but it seems our thief was caught and killed by its guardians before he could arrive here.” Lord Thannatos sighs deeply” so klovis has failed? ” . “Yes my lord we have lost his symbol’s signal, there’s little doubt that he was tracked and killed by the elven Seif guard when he fled the temple after stealing the vial” said Leon. Lord Thannatos sighs once again and says “I should have known he wouldn’t succeed in retrieving the vial, he was a skilled thief in his younger years, but he became very arrogant as years passed and often let his guard down, I knew that arrogance of his would be his death.” Lord Thannatos then walks up the altar towards a large oak door “His death is only a minor setback; I will inform the others that our attempt to retrieve the first veil was unsuccessful. But do not worry Leon; our order does not give up so easily. “We will successfully retrieve the vial of Gaima-sief and the other seven and continue with our plan.” Thannatos opens the oak door and turns around and looks at Leon “Now go. Its time the nine take matters into our own hands.” “As you wish, my Lord” Leon bows and walks towards the entrance of the cathedral. Before the iron doors close behind him he hears Thannatos cry out “The time of our rebirth is at hand, soon the Necro’Korda will rise anew, and our name shall strike fear into the hearts of all once again!”

Chapter 2

“We should reach the walls of sacred city of Symbole soon.” Said Lilia running with inhuman agility. “Good I could use a rest” said Misos almost out of breath. As they approached the city a large cloud of ominous smoke gloomed ahead. “Something is wrong.” Said Lilia as she quickened her speed. Lilia reached the outskirts of the city to find that the city she loved was no more. What once was a land thought to have been where the gods first stepped on land, now reduced to a disfigured shell of its once glorious state. “Symbole…impossible…it can’t be…” murmured Lilia to herself as she fell down to her knees in anguish and gazed upon the scarred remnants of her once beautiful homeland. Misos appeared behind Lilia and stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed the wreckage. “What unholy being could have done this?” Said Misos angry with tears in his eyes. “No sole being is capable of this kind of the destruction, save the high gods. This was done by an unholy brethren…The Necro’Korda.”

Lilia got up from the ground wiping her sorrowful tears with her hands. “We should look for survivors.” Said Lillia, regaining her brave fearless composure.

As you can see it isnt much and I basically trying to start this up again in a probably futile attempt to get my imagination back. But if you have any ideas on how to continue the story please post them. I also want criticism too, so feel free to critique to your hearts content. I notice I also have some typos in here. If you see any I didnt catch please point them out as well.

No criticism? nothing? T_T

sorry sal, dont worry, you have my support Its a bit lengthy, so I only got to read a few paragraphs before I had to jet. I'll try to read a bit every time I come on for i can do a full review. but from what i've read, its fairly decent. very grim and mysterious, sorta like the feel you got from lord of the rings part ONE. I like how you captured the readers attention in the beginning with an early twist, it makes you want to keep reading for you can find out what happened to them. I would say, it wouldn't hurt to give a small bit more of info into the beginning characters personality. ya'noe, to tie the reader closer to him, makes for a bigger effect when you hit that first twist.(didn't want to give it away for those who haven't read)

I'll make sure to finish the reading shortly, later dude.