Challenge = A fantasy/historical fiction involving one or more of the following: elves, gnomes, fairies, royal people, any mistical creature from the norse or greek mythology, ect. xD

I tried, but I know I failed, this was really hard for me, don't aske me why xD

Here goes my horrible attempt to talk like shakespeare and involving mythology and elfs. I'm so sorry lol

664 words xD

The elf looked at the man as he walked to the river, he was wounded and by the way he held his hand to his side she knew there was blood. She grimaced at the way the man moaned in pain once the water touched his skin.

She stepped closer once the man started to take off his armor, she knew that the only ones who could walk around Alfheim were elves and Gods, but why would a God come here to enter the river of Krefter.

The girl stared at him, perplexed by his beauty.

'A wounded God perhaps?' She asked herself, trying to ignore his looks.

"I know you are there." A raspy whisper startled her.

She hided herself between the bushes and flowers, trying to blend in, she couldn't let herself be seen.

The god ignored the elf and carefully took off the rest of his armor. He was almost defeated by the ones he called brothers a now they are dead. Along with the All father and the worlds, but somehow he kept thinking how he ended up here, in one of the nine realms.

The last bits of his powers were draining away with the water of the river, taking his pain away. The fate of the Gods has passed and he was still alive.

The young elf ran to his rescue as soon as he started to slipped away in to the water. She jumped in to the water and swam until she reached him, she dragged him to she shore and gasped when she saw how bad his state was.

The god opened his eyes and blinked a few times to erase the image of a pair of beautiful green eyes staring down at him.

'But how could that be?' The God asked himself. 'Everything was destroyed in the great battle.' He added.

"Thou dost look ill." The elf said.

"Get thee hence." He hissed trying to welcome his daughter knowing his time has come.

"Nay." She whispered and put his head in her lap, he winced in pain but she put her hand in his chest, trying to make the pain go away.

"What be thy name?" He whispered, his breathing becoming hard.

"They do call me, Glessil." She said and caressed his long dark hair.

He closed his eyes relaxing his way to his dead, he was sure his daughter would not betray him now, not when he was so close, so close to go.

He couldn't bear to live like this, without his powers or a reason to stay alive. Everything was gone, then he realized he wasn't alone and he opened his eyes and tried to sit.

"What ails thee?" She asked offended as the God draw away from her touched.

He started at her beauty, for being an elf she looked better than any other woman or goddess he could ever have lay eyes upon.

"How now?" He asked her.

"The time draws nigh, father." Another voice caught his attention.

He looked at his daughter waiting for him at the end of the river, holding out her hand for him.

"Thou art behind the hour." She said glaring at him.

"Hel, have mercy." He whispered.

"Come hither. Huzzah!" His daughter said.

He started to stand up and the elf tried to stop him.

"Wither goest thou?" The elf tried to hold his hand but his body was disappearing with every step the god made.

"What ails thee?" She cried out.

"Come hither! Prithee!" She said standing up but her God was walking to the deep part of the river, near the end, to his end.

The god was one step closer to his daughter, but he glanced back at the beautiful maiden that tried to help him.

"God save thee..." he whispered and holded his daughters hand and disappeared.

"NAY!" The elf cried and fell to her knees.

Another soul she couldn't save, another soul that went away, leaving her there until the end of time.