There is a story since olden times when a time of strife has all but consumed the elves. It is a tale that begins with revenge when humans rule all of the earth. It is the legend of one mad elven king. With twigs as his crown and dirt as his throne, he ushers in a new era of Elven Glory...
I am Art, just an ordinary elf, and I am just too happy that it stays that way. No prophecy, great adventure, and a too-difficult life waiting for me. I will even go as far as to call myself incompetent.
In my past life, I am just like any other neet— unambitious, lazy, and often falling into daydreaming.
Suddenly, one day, the humans raided my village. They murder, rape, and loot just like every normal brigand in the medievalist era. I sure am not surprised, but I don't like what I am feeling.
These emotions of disgust, self-hate, and a budding desire for revenge slowly ferment in my heart. Then I realize how pointless that desire for revenge is… What can I do? Is this my rebirth? To only suffer a second time worse than the last, if it is fate, what use is this rebirth?
In the wake of ash, I transform.
“From henceforth, I shall declare myself the King of Fae! I am the destined child of a world beyond ours. I am Arthram Fae Zorun. My elf kin, receive me as your King and I shall point you to a path forward!”
My anger towards humanity blossoms into a very interesting lie. I might be weak alone, but not if I am with everyone. The elves are weak for one reason— it is because they lack faith.
I will become that faith.
“Fake it till you make it,” I tell myself as I adorn my head with a crown of twigs, leaves, and dirt.
(What do you think? What we have here is an MC who will lie, kill, and commit evil for the sake of his vision of justice. In his case, vengeance is justice. I wrote a rough draft of it on another platform, and when it comes to morals, he definitely is the most interesting character from my different works. You see, Art has a secret. He is not always an elf. As a human reborn into the flesh of an elf, it is quite interesting to see his choices from the perspective of race. Not species, but race. This makes it challenging for me to write, but interesting nonetheless. Moreover, he has no professional background, just a Neet, making his ascend as the fearsome mad elven king who united all of the elven kind as more than just challenging.
Art will face a lot of moral dilemmas, and the longer he will be doing it, the more proficient he will become in facing them. It doesn't mean his solution to every moral dilemma becomes less difficult. It just means he has become more decisive in making a decision. An example of the moral dilemma he faces is when coming to terms with his methods. Art is the kind of guy who will do anything to achieve his goals. The sickest thing I recall from my drafts he did is branding human babies with elven slavery brand to fake that they have elven blood of at least 6 generations, while at it, using the said babies to morally coerce a human merchant to do his bidding. When I was writing this part, I thought of a sicker method that I could brutalize the said babies by having their ears cut by Art, and brainwash them to become elves. I felt too guilty to do it, and I decided to save such brutality for a future chapter. I was on hiatus for that novel for some time since it lost its spark. I was hoping to return to writing it by rewriting it better so that I can post it in SH.)
Nice guys just want to be liked, kind people actually want other people to be better off.
Ooohh... This hits hard.
