This is a story about my character, Nokirea and her secretive past. And why she hates the elven army. I will be adding on often.

Chapter 1

I watch the breeze blow, the lively night taking over. The cool spring air blows on my face as I head to the small cottage I call home. Rehlan, Mother, Father, and our guest, Elnannd croud around the table of the warm, wood table. Here, in my house, we seek salvation, hope, justice, understanding. Everything the elven empire can't provide us. Everything. We are the Nightlarks, a group of elves with 'forbidden' powers that all elves fear.
They fear us if we live alone.
They fear us if we aren't in the army.
They fear us if we live in the dark.
As they should.
Our powers are of darkness and/or transformation.
They fear us because of the fear of eternal life, fear of eternity itself.
There are two reasons:
1 If we are transformation they fear of us turning into immortal creatures (Such as the phoenix) when we are close to dying.
2 If we are darkness they figure that if shadows are "Evil" and immortal that we are.

That is not the case.
If we transform into a phoenix, we are still elves, but we are in a phoenix body.
We are not Shadows. We are elves.
And we are feared.