• “Now Let us be Seen”
    Moquien

    “You…you tricked me…” the elf said weakly, as she doubled over, the lethal poison spreading through her body. A young man stood over her, and wiped his lips, erasing the evidence of a kiss. “You should’ve asked my name, before letting your jealousy get the better of you.” he tutted in a lecturing tone. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him, “E-Envy…” she croaked out. Envy smiled cruelly and bent down to her eye level. He cupped her face lightly in his hands and kissed her on the lips gently. She couldn’t move or respond the poisonous material already surged too far in her body. He pulled out of the kiss, and stood up straight, bringing her to her full-height too. “Correct,” he whispered, as her mind started to fade, “now wake up and leave this nightmare behind.” He finished, and her eyes closed, never to open again.
    Envy pushed the dead elf’s body away from his own, and watched it fall gracefully to the ground. He sighed and pulled some of his silver hair behind his delicately pointed ear. Envy never liked his ability. Always poisonous to the touch and the will of jealousy killing those that dared get too close to him. He turned away from the body, and left the sight, to return to his own home. He lived in the country of Koceptiu, the village of Ayunamu to be more specific. The country of shadows, as others of Middle Earth called it. The population in that country was mostly known as shinobi, knights of the shadows. Envy was one such shinobi, but a very unusual one at that. Not only in personality, either. His appearance was definitely strange for a shinobi of the most respected clan in the country. Members of Envy’s family had universally black hair, and deep brown eyes, not to mention a very strong and thick physic. Envy had silver hair, hypnotizing light bluish green eyes, and a very thin body.
    He entered the country’s main gate, getting resentful glares from the gatekeepers. Envy smiled and waved, in a peaceful manner, to them. Their glares only hardened to him. No one in Koceptiu so much as liked Envy, let alone tried to talk to him. His abnormalities aroused suspicion and resent, while his abilities only helped strengthen these feelings towards him. When he proclaimed that his strengths weren’t his fault, the anger turned from his to his family. The people were upset that such a respected family would have such unacceptable offspring, and let it grow into a shinobi. In their minds, Envy should have been killed at birth; they saw him as an omen of death, a plague that would destroy what they worked hard to keep. They saw him as an object that needed to be broken.

    In return to these accusations to a member of their family, Envy’s clan cut their ‘services’ off from the public’s gain. They only offered their help to those that weren’t opposed at Envy’s appearance and to those that could afford the cost. Envy’s family had a powerful influence in the country because they were very skilled in the arts of assassination. They were top-quality shinobi, mercenaries, and ultimate stealth fighters. True, they could easily defeat the Royal Armies in Koceptiu, but they lived by an oath of peace that they would never oppose the country. Shinobi always held strong to their words, a bond of trust that could not be severed, by even the sharpest blades.
    A swift scent of burning embers pulled Envy away from dwindling thoughts. He hurried off as fast as his thin legs could carry him. As he ran, the people he was passing were laughing and shouting insults to him. For their sake, and the sake of getting home, Envy ignored them and continued to his home. Luckily, Ayunamu was the first village upon entering the country, so he was glad that he didn’t have far to run. He was very worried, the lycans of the village had been demanding that Envy go with them to be brought before the Royals, but his clan elders refused to do so, and they have recently been receiving threats for their disobedience. Lycans never liked to be refused, and they had powerful means of getting what they wanted, and they weren’t obligated to use them. Upon entering viewing distance of his home, he was met with a horrible sight. He saw a group of lycans surrounding his clan’s estate, as it burned to the ground. Every time anyone related to Envy would escape the burning house, a lycan would be there to grab the creature and throw it screaming back into the wreckage. Envy couldn’t take much more of watching his family being tortured. He was about to attack the biggest lycan, when his own mother appeared before the monster. Envy was shocked to see his mother, a fair, beautiful, and calm woman, look so hectic and unstable.
    “Alright!” She shrieked wildly. “You can have him, just stop!” she pleaded, falling to her knees before the lycans. Envy’s breath came in short pants, and he pressed his back against a building he was standing by, hiding his presence from them. The lycan looked down at the poor woman and smiled maliciously. An evil intention came to his mind. “Fine ma’am we’ll stop.” He said, with a wolfish chuckle. The woman brought herself to her feet, gratitude brimming in her beautifully terrified features. “Thank you, Thank you!” she exclaimed gratefully. The lycans gave out ravenous howls of laughter that brought the elven woman back to horror, and confusion. “Wh-Wha..?” she wondered, as the lycan advanced to her, and easily scooped her off of the ground and over his shoulder. “We’ll stop, alright.” He growled, and hurled her from his shoulder. But, instead of landing back into the fire, she landed on the ground, with a painful thud.
    “Open fire!” the lycan ordered harshly to his comrades. The sounds that came to Envy’s ears were these; the sharp, ear-bleeding sound of many hunters howling together in blood thirst, the release of bows, the flying arrows, and the heart-stopping, and shrill, screams of elves in pain, their final breaths being taken from them by a lycan’s arrow. Envy’s mind even conjured up horrific images of everyone he had come to love burning their remaining lifespan away, screaming to try and drive away their ill-fated deaths. The images in his mind showed terrible, devilish lycans howling in joy and hunger, watching their prey being burned alive, and delivering the final blow themselves, using the arrows that had once belonged to the elves they were killing. Those images would continue to plague at Envy’s blackened heart, for one reason rang out to him the most; those lycans only killed his family to take himself away from them.
    Their cause of death was Envy’s life. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*