The Ultimate Host

The Elven Capital, Queen Ariel's Throne..

Queen Ariel was informed about the destruction of The City Of Haven. Even though she didn't care about the people in any type of way or the city, she was still pissed. She had to show The Industrial Elven Empire that she wasn't a joke. She had to show them that she wouldn't watch The Royal Elven Empire go down in flames. She drinking her favorite cinnamon tea loaded with a lot of sugar. She tossed the cup of tea to the side, looking over the balcony. As she was about to sit down, the throne room door opened up. It was one of her sons, Jacob, nicknamed The Beast. Jacob was 5'7 weighing 180 pounds of lean muscle. Jacob had a scar on his forehead. He was an excellent shapeshifter who could turn into anything he stored in his memories. " You wanted to see me, mother?" asked Jacob. " Yes, Jacob." " I have an important task for you to do. Jacob walked up to the table filled with food, picking up a cinnamon roll drenched in whip cream. " What kind of important task?" asked Jacob. Ariel turned around, beginning to walk towards her son." I want you to infiltrate the small city of New Moon, and kill The Industrial Elf general. " This shouldn't be a problem right?" asked Ariel. Jacob devoured the entire cinnamon roll in less than 2 minutes. " No. No problem."

Jacob sucked the whipped cream off his hands, walking towards the balcony. He jumped on the ledge and jumped off the balcony, turning into a hawk. Ariel closed the window and sat on her throne.

Rozier's Location... The City Dump.

It was late at night. The queen's firstborn Rozier stood in front of The City Dump. The City Dump was like an entirely different place. The City Dump was on an average-sized island filled with trash and old broken down airsh.i.p.s and warsh.i.p.s. Rozier was wearing his golden armor and white silk cape. Rozier took off his elven helmet placing it on the ground. The doors of The Dump weren't even open yet. Rozier could smell the disgusting stench of rotten. Believe it or not, The Dump was home to many savage creatures that lived off the rotten food. Rozier came to do The Dump to see an old acquaintance. He leaped over the tall black steel gates. Rozier landed on his feet. He immediately saw the savage creatures he heard so many stories about. The monsters wouldn't dare to attack him. They could sense if they laid one claw on him, they would regret it. The monsters made an opening for him. He continued to walk for 30 minutes. He finally came across a house made of trash. He walked towards the house made of rusted metal, ripping the wooden door of the hinges walking into the house, uninvited. He looked on the ground and saw a bedroll, a pot of almost expired beef stew, a half-eaten block of cheese, 3 packs of cigarettes, a candy bar, and 4 pillows. He touched the pot and felt that it was still hot. He knew his old acquaintance was around somewhere. Suddnely he heard footsteps approaching behind him. He stood on his feet and slowly turned around. His old acquaintance was named Knox, a banished elf general who moved to The Dump for obvious reasons. " That isn't the way to treat someone's house when you damn well know you're not invited. " " What the f.u.c.k are you doing in my hut Rozier?" Rozier sighed. " You know why I'm here." No, I don't. said Knox. " The f.u.c.k.i.n.g core!!!" shouted Rozier. " Tch. I don't have it." Rozier pulled out a dagger. " I'm giving you one chance." Where's the Elven Core?" " I just told you. I don't have it or has any idea where it could be." Rozier had enough. Rozier wore a jacket made of leather with stitches all over it.