User blog:Ore-samma/My Elf (Origin story) (Artifact)

Hello fans, Ore-samma here!

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'' In an isolated elf village, a huntress finds a strange artifact on a hunt. This cursed artifact changes her, and awakens feelings in her she never had. She soon begins to notice her childhood friend Hilgan in a strange new way… ''

'' Side note and context: Elves (especially non-monsterized ones) have an interesting relationship with romance and sexuality that I’d like to see portrayed. Basically, I want to see what the elf’s profile eludes to, the reason corrupted elves are banished from their village. FYI, her childhood friend/love interest is also an elf, if it wasn’t clear. ''

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So, this one was a delight to think about and to write!

I really like how this turned out, and I think I may make more of this storyline! The lore possibilities really pleased me!

And I do hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

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A glint winked at me as I strode closer to the patch of magical moss and ferns.

I stepped closer, sniffing the air and keeping my ears attuned to all around me. As I came closer the wind fluttered the leaves and the object winked at me several more times, flashing the sunlight to my eyes.

There it was, a length of chain.

I picked it up and noticed the Celestial Elven runes carved into it…..another ancient piece of our heritage!

I picked it up and noticed it led further in the grove. I pulled and followed the chain, and came to a large entrance stone to a hollow space in a hill.

“By the ancestors! It is a safe house!” I breathed and focused my magics to move the stone aside, revealing the hollow behind it.

I gasped, smelling the ancient smells and air of my heritage. It was an Arch Magi storehouse. I noticed many cloisters of reagents, potions, spell books, lore books, and ancient artifacts around. Weapons, armor, arrow and even preserved food.

My eyes rested on a beautiful tiara that seemed to be made of pure Mara Mythril. Its form and shape was the words “The Wellspring of Love” twisted over and over, round and round to look like a crown of branch and vine matching Lord Thranduil’s mantle.

“But this one was made by the Mara.” I breathed as my fingers brushed the fine silver.

I gasped as the crown lit with ancient starfire and levitated to me. It turned into pure light and seemed to merge with my body.

I felt its magic rush and ripple throughout my being, it had knowledge! It had power! Oh! It had eons of lost heritage!

I gasped, returning to my senses and quickly closed the storehouse. I must return! I must tell the  elders!

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(later)

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I stood before my village’s elders. The reclamation of the Celestial Store room was celebrated like the welcoming of a hero. But more than that- almost like welcoming home a deity of our kind.

The scholars from the other villages wept upon seeing the reclamation of so much that was lost forever, personally thanking me for what all were now considering a miracle brought about by a living legend.....me.

But me….all I could think about was….my childhood friend, Hilgan….and thinking about him made me feel….strange…...

I told my Elders of what happened and they took to their books and now were looking at me. I think we know what is wrong, Lulell.” The Chief Elder said, sitting next to several scholars with a drawing of the tiara that had merged with me. “The Tiara you described is known as the Divine Seal.”

“What is that? The Divine Seal?”

One of the scholars looked up from his book. “A Divine Seal was given to worthy Elven Females who were high champions in battle in the extermination war with the ancient orc tribes. The power of the Elven race is nurtured and carried on through the feminine line.”

He opened his hand and it showed a genealogy tree that started with a singular Elven female. “The lines of magical power and strength flow and flower from her. And through her, she is able to cultivate many different lines, strengths, powers and make an Elven tribe that has characteristics the Celestial Elves would be able to bring to bear against their enemies.”

I snorted at the thought brewing in my head. “A brood-maid?!? How disgusting!”

The Elder shook his head. “You mistake the intent and reasons of our ancestors. They did not breed lives like humans or the ancient Orcs did. The Wood Elves, the Prairie Elves, the Blood Elves, and even the Dark Elves were planned. They were separate races that each had their own strengths and cultivations.” He held up his finger. “This was never a task taken lightly, and those who were granted Divine Seals were regarded as….”

“Elven Goddesses.” I whispered, remembering the tales of each branch our race had….having an origin story that originated with an Elven Goddess.

The entire council all nodded and looked at me with fatherly smiles.

“Precisely!” My Elder said. He stood along with the others and kneeled before me.

“You, Lulell are in today’s era, what once only existed in myth and legend of the ancient times of the Celestials. You are a Goddess among your people. You shall give rise to the next Elven branch. You are a shining beacon of hope for our race, and we are all humbled by your arrival.”

My Elder took off his Mara star and laid it at my feet, as did the rest of the assembled Elven leaders.

“Long Live Lulell, Queen-Goddess of the Elven Race, mother-to-be of the next Elven tribe.”

“Wait! Stop!” I cried out. “This is wrong! It has to be!” I wailed.

“What do you mean?”

I felt ashamed, I felt almost horrified but I revealed to my leaders the truth, and my feelings for Hilgan, and the heat my body had whenever I thought of him.

“It’s so dirty! So much desire for his flesh and sexual intercourse!” I sniffed. “I am not to be the next goddess, I must be exiled!”

My elder shook his head. “Lulell, you misunderstand why we exile those who become corrupted.” He sat back down with the others. “Recite the sentence of exile.”

I closed my eyes and exhaled, trying to keep my desire for Hilgan at bay for now.

“'' Your mind has darkened, your body has turned to instinct, and your branch has twisted to corruption. In selfishness you seek to gratify. Through your line has come ruin, and thus; we cast you away from the Dales ''.”

My Elder nodded. "The Elven look down upon debauchery, and lustfulness as it opens the way for our bloodlines and genealogy to spring forth monsters and more corruption amidst ourselves. Such self-extinction is so unnatural, that we are naturally disinclined to reproduce as lust is anathema to our kind."

He gestured to me. “But the missing cycle of life which you rediscovered….the wellspring to secure the future, now lies in you.”

I felt a strange rush and thrill run through my body. I couldn’t speak, I almost couldn’t breathe.

My Elder seemed to understand and whispered to an attendant waiting at the door. The attendant rushed out and the Elders stood and raised their hands with magical intent.

The room instantly shifted and changed to an opulent bedroom, with a cool spring and baskets of cheeses and fruits.

“Our wedding gift to you, Lulell. Small though it is, we shall be able to observe all the true formalities of your station in time.” He held up and indicated one of the many lore books recovered.

“Wedding? Formalities? What-”

“Lulell?”

I gasped, hearing the one voice that could make me freeze, and yet burn with such desire.

“Hilgan….” I whispered, seeing him being led into the large opulent bedroom, just barely registering the Elders and attendants making a swift and respectful exit.

“Hilgan!” I cried out and rushed into his arms, my body throbbing with my heartbeat. “Hilgan! I’m so confused! They told me I am to be the next Elven goddess! I-I-I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!” I bawled, “I don’t know if I can do this.” I huddled into my love’s arms and wept into his chest, barely realizing my tears solidified into pearls, sapphires, emeralds and other gemstones…..Tears of the Mara being made from my eyes.

So it was true….I have been imbued with the new lineage of the Elven people.

“Shhhh, my love….it will be okay.” Hilgan whispered in my ear, picking me up and carrying me to the bed as I clutched and cuddled deeper into his arms.

I felt my head spin as he tugged my clothes from my body, I felt so embarrassed and covered my chest and pelvis.

“Hilgan, no...please….it’s so embarrassing.” I moaned as he pulled his clothes from his body, trying to scoot away from him on the bed while keeping covered.

“Lulell, I….I can’t help myself.” Hilgan whispered. “The way you look, the way you smell…..your very magic is calling for me….can’t you feel it too?”

I nodded, I knew my body was reacting on its own, making my magical power link to Hilgan, summoning him nearer, forcing my body to be more pleasing to his own.

He took my face and kissed my lips, pressing deeper with his lips and tongue. I moaned as his bare skin touched my body. The heat pouring from him was almost unnatural.

His hand now closed around my wrist, pulling my hand away from my pelvis, even against my feeble protesting.

At last his knees nudged my legs aside overriding my lingering sense of taboo and shyness, spreading my legs further and spreading my wet, eager flesh apart.

“Hilgan….oh! It’s so embarrassing!” I whimpered as he looked down at our flesh growing closer, then as his slid into mine, pressing against my barrier, causing it to stretch, then break.

I yelped from the flash of pain, no longer trying to hide my chest from him and reached forward, pulling him closer to me, and inside me with both legs and arms.

I took in his flesh, lips, tongue, and his love.

I held on for dear life as he rocked his hips, crying out as his seed entered my body and womb. I magically felt my first child come into existence within myself…. A son! It was going to be a son!

“Hilgan….I love you so much...” I whispered as I felt him pull me into his embrace, holding me close, his body warmth more wonderful than any light from the summer sun….his arms more valuable than the greatest artifacts of the ancients, and his love more precious than life itself…..