The Elven Revolution

The Elven Revolution
A Fanfiction by Bananazilla the Telepath

Prologue
'''THE DARK SORCERER LOOKED OFF THE CLIFF AT THE SETTING SUN AHEAD, HIS LONG BLACK CLOAK BLOWING IN THE SOFT BREEZE. The waves crashed '''against the beach below. The sorcerer looked behind himself--towering crystal towers forming big cities inhabited by hundreds of elves.

"They think their world is so perfect," the sorcerer whispered in the wind spitefully. "They think change will never happen--they are not ready for a revolution. They are not ready for me."

The sorcerer waved his pale hands through the air, slicing through the wind in elegant strokes. The winds became violently powerful, knocking many elves around off their feet. Darkness invaded the sky, turning the beautiful sunset into a rainy and windy, foggy black storm. The sorcerer levitated into the air, hovering above the helpless elves. Lightning flashed, and thunder boomed, echoing off the tall crystal buildings of the city. Many buildings collapsed and fell in flames.

"Kneel before your leader!" the sorcerer commanded. "I am Grandmaster Thunder Frost, and I am your king now! You will serve ME!"

Some elves tried to object, and they met a swift death at the hands of Thunder Frost. The rest of the gathered elves obeyed, and he shaped them into his mighty army, and destroyed the Council, taking over most of the Elven world. He built himself a palace and ruled the Elven world with a nasty attitude and a spoiled quick-temper. This was the start of a revolution.

Who is Thunder Frost, you must ask? Where does he fit in our story? Well, he is the grandfather of King Fury. But this was a long, long, time ago.