Manipulating The War (1)
"I have a request…."
Both I and Aisa looked up at Findir, who slowly cocked his head back to look at the dark clouds in front of us, signaling that it was about to rain on our little picnic.
"What? Want me to change the weather?" Aisa smirked, but Findir's serious attitude immediately shut her up.
He didn't seem to be joking right now, so I as well made sure not to speak out of line.
"If we survive, I want everybody to help me with my village. The dark elven village, of course," Findir said, and our eyes widened a bit.
So he wasn't originally a resident of Amlas… that makes sense.
Everything about the way he speaks acts and looks like he is from the eleven forests where the elves clash with the opposing race.
Both the normal elves, otherwise known as light elves, are currently at war with the dark elves, and I heard that most villages were pushed out of their boundaries under the pressure of the light elves.