A gentle whisper slowly glided across the woods, carrying with it the sweet song of the once-playful nymphs. The moon’s silver gaze loomed above like a watchful eye, with rays of its graceful light descending upon a silent orchestra of tall, gnarled trees. Nearby, a school of moonlit fish traveled along a shallow stream and into the distant mountains where the snoring of dragons served as a soothing lullaby. However, I could not bring myself to adore such beauty. Not without the one I loved, the one I was burying now. The lament of the forest nymphs, who too mourned the deaths of their ilk, only brought tears to my immortal eyes. However, as I grieved, I began to recall the hour that the war ended, the hour that destroyed my home, my pride and my love.
It was the second day of the thirteenth month. My white elven kin were in a bloody war with the humans, a race of mortals who embraced their desires and had long ago fallen to their own greed and hatred. The war, and white elven genocide, had lasted for five years. Inevitably, tens of thousands had died on both sides. Humans occupied all the beaches, while the river that divided our kingdom sealed itself off. The White Princes, our monarchs, had made it clear that no white elf would abandon his or her homeland. Of course, our people never desired to flee, as we would much rather die than allow humanity’s abhorrence destroy our homeland. However, we were feeling desperate now, and that is exactly how the war ended.
I thought that might be it. It's a real pain though, imo writing takes just as much practice and honing as scripting or software use, perhaps more.
