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Remorse
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Eldrin found himself amongst his kin was more, informing them of the plans for battle in the morn. He was soon rushed off to get as much sleep as possible for the upcoming battle. Although the elven people did not require as much sleep as the average human, it was a luxury that one partook in on occasion. The young scout deserved such a thing after that avoidance of the casualties that may have come at being unprepared.
He did not mention the young woman who had spoken to him of peace, hoping dearly that she did not visit the woods in attempts of asking most of the elven did not have answers too. The reasons of the war were petty from what Eldrin understood, a dispute of lands, the general culture differences, jealousy, and hate amongst the people. Probably the same answer she had received from the humans at the time. It would most likely not seem sufficient enough to her for many die in battle, but wars were started over even the more simpler of things.
Eldrin believed that the war could have been stopped if the two only were educated enough about each other. The elven were a fairly peaceful folk, but many were known to be arrogant for they excelled over most humans (most likely only because they have the time and experience to practice). The humans sometimes felt inferior and that stemmed the anger they had for the elven. That or they thought themselves better and try to consistently prove it. The immortality of an elf often kept them from interacting with humans in fear of bonding with them and evidently dying of heartbreak when their human companion died of age. He had heard of elves that had done such a thing, and it twisted the young elf's heart to hear of such brokenness.
The loss of a friend was not something he knew, even his parents still roamed the planet. Although they stayed in different lands for wanderlust had captured their hearts, making them leave their son for extended period of time. He was an adult though, so it was only a matter of time before he left them anyway.
Early morn, before the humans had yet to attack, Eldrin sat amongst the trees watching the plains of grass and wildflowers. The field had consistently been stained with blood and was no longer the pure land it had been known to be two hundred years ago. The scout mourned the loss of its innocence, singing sad laments, in his own tongue, to it in attempts to plead with it and the makers.
He did not mention the young woman who had spoken to him of peace, hoping dearly that she did not visit the woods in attempts of asking most of the elven did not have answers too. The reasons of the war were petty from what Eldrin understood, a dispute of lands, the general culture differences, jealousy, and hate amongst the people. Probably the same answer she had received from the humans at the time. It would most likely not seem sufficient enough to her for many die in battle, but wars were started over even the more simpler of things.
Eldrin believed that the war could have been stopped if the two only were educated enough about each other. The elven were a fairly peaceful folk, but many were known to be arrogant for they excelled over most humans (most likely only because they have the time and experience to practice). The humans sometimes felt inferior and that stemmed the anger they had for the elven. That or they thought themselves better and try to consistently prove it. The immortality of an elf often kept them from interacting with humans in fear of bonding with them and evidently dying of heartbreak when their human companion died of age. He had heard of elves that had done such a thing, and it twisted the young elf's heart to hear of such brokenness.
The loss of a friend was not something he knew, even his parents still roamed the planet. Although they stayed in different lands for wanderlust had captured their hearts, making them leave their son for extended period of time. He was an adult though, so it was only a matter of time before he left them anyway.
Early morn, before the humans had yet to attack, Eldrin sat amongst the trees watching the plains of grass and wildflowers. The field had consistently been stained with blood and was no longer the pure land it had been known to be two hundred years ago. The scout mourned the loss of its innocence, singing sad laments, in his own tongue, to it in attempts to plead with it and the makers.