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The Grand Wizard hates elves. He always thought of them as an inferior race, one that could be eradicated without major impacts on the world.
He first learned about them when he took up magic studies and his first impression was a negative one. How come there was a species that was born gifted with the abilities of maneuvering magic by mother nature? His anger, like a smoldering firestorm, was stoked mainly by his wounded pride.
He saw the elves as arrogant custodians of a power they could never truly comprehend. They could communicate with flora, guiding themselves in the world’s most dreaded forests and benefiting from its healing herbs. Such abilities made them easily ascend in this world controlled by magic.
He wouldn’t let them hold such a reputation. No, he was determined to work hard and show that those ‘blessed’ stewardship of magic was a travesty.
And so he did. After years and years of mastering it, he was entitled the ‘Grand Wizard’. Such title and power led him to take over Kupa Keep’s throne, a royal, a king, something that he had yearned for.
Attending the leader’s reunions only made his rage toward elves grow, and every leader recognized the growing rivalry and tension between him and the elven king. He wasn’t sure if it was the sneer look in the elf’s eyes whenever they crossed each other or the elf’s ‘so-perfect composure’ that was clear mockery against him that caused his blood to boil. So much that he began to dream of the day he would have the elven king bowing before him, his haughty demeanor shattered as he begged for mercy.
His rage against the elves was a relentless inferno. His wrath was a testament to the unquenchable fires of his ambition, his desire to prove to the elves, and the world, that his magic was the pinnacle of power, and that the era of elven dominance over the arcane was nothing more than a distant memory.
In the depths of his soul, The Grand Wizard's rage blazed like an eternal wildfire, a burning testament to his indomitable will and his unrelenting quest to reign supreme over a world where elves would kneel before his awesome might.
He was so lost in his ambition to conquer all of that, that he stopped caring about formalities such as the approval of the other kingdoms. All he could think about as he stood above the lifeless, bowing body of an elf was that he had made the first step to achieving all of that. He needed to destabilize the elves, decreasing their number and reputation.
Eventually, the Grand Wizard became a figure of immense power and a reputation that sent shivers through the very core of the elven forests; who harbored a rage against the elves that burned hotter than the fury of a thousand blazing suns. His animosity was a tempestuous storm that raged within the depths of his being, and it was a sight to behold.
Surely, the elf king wasn’t amused to learn that the Grand Wizard was capturing, mistreating, and murdering some of his people visiting or living in Kupa Keep. After failed trials of negotiations (as the other kingdoms had insisted on their approach to be), a war between the two kingdoms was declared.
Years of conflict passed, with neither side considering talking about alternate solving methods. It was pure chaos, one that the other leaders dreaded to be endless.
Until the Grand Wizard's castle was invaded and he was surrounded by the royal elven army. With his heart overflowing with bitterness, he was forced to surrender, his awaited sentence being one hell of a punishment.
“Today I, the head of the magic council, hereby declare that the Grand Wizard’s surrender will be accepted, and as a condition, the elven kingdom stated that if he, the Grand Wizard, ever commits or orders any murder, discrimination, or torture against any elf or Larnion resident, he’ll be immediately imprisoned in the DDD, forever becoming a server for the creatures inhabiting there.”
Beyond being beaten and humiliated, he was silenced. Everything that he had always sought and built was crushed, and the elf king’s victorious look was engraved in his mind for days, haunting him and constantly reminding him of his failure, of his doom.
But he would get revenge.
Oh yes, the day the elf king crushed his dreams and expectations was the day he sealed his own downfall. The elf king took everything for him, but he also gave him a new purpose. To make him suffer, to crush him and make him miserable for the rest of his life.
He’d make sure that would be the sweetest revenge.
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“So” Started queen Bebe. “What brought us here today, Grand Wizard?”
The said man stood up. “I’ve been reflecting on my past doings and I acknowledge how they might’ve sounded… upsetting to the elven king. And I’ve been owing him an appropriate apology, I suppose. Since he’s never accepted any of my invitations, I thought this would be suitable.”
“That’s wonderful news!" The queen cheered, a sweet smile blossoming on her lips. However, the elven king’s stiff expression didn’t fade a bit. “Any words, King Kyle?”
He narrowed his eyes. “I’ll listen to what he has to declare.”
“It is simply as it seems.” The brunette opened a smirk. “I’m here to declare Kupa Keep’s official apology towards Larnion and the elven community.”
He used his teleportation skills to creep out behind the elven king, alarming his trusted warrior, who immediately took action and barred the Grand Wizard, protecting his king.
“There’s no need to get worked up.” He said, lightly using the tip of his fingers to push the warrior’s chest, whose glare only deepened. “I came in peace.”
“Stan.” The elf king called, standing from his seat. “You can return. There’s nothing he could do to harm me. He must be aware of the consequences befalling him should he dare to do so.”
The warrior didn’t pronounce a word, nor did he deviate his eyes. Still, he cleared the Grand Wizard’s path, observing his movements with a skeptical look on his face.
“I accept your apology.” The elf king declared, and some of the fellow leaders let out a sigh of relief at that. “Nevertheless, I don’t trust you. Hence, none of the established conditions will be rescinded or altered.”
“I understand.” The Grand Wizard stated, extending his hand towards the elven king. The elven monarch accepted the gesture, and the two leaders clasped hands in a firm shake, sealing their agreement.
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“...this is it.”
The wizard’s eyes were wide, a violent twitch made itself present in his right eye. A profound feeling of euphoria coursed through his veins, making his heart race.
It’s been 5 years since he promised to make the elven king’s life crumble in despair. 5 years of endless research, desperately evolving his abilities, until finally, finally finding an arcane might he wielded, a power that harnessed the very fabric of reality itself.
He laughed hysterically. Revenge is a dish better served cold.