I ran, there were less then a hundred elves remaining alive, the demons had already declared this world dead. There was a portal being forced open to a new world and I had to make it there. My life depended on the new world being able to stop the advance of the demons.


    A goblin blocked my path carrying the corpse of my kin on its shoulders. If I was caught I would be used until I could no longer give birth. If the next world supported the demons like the goblins did then my life might as well already be lost.


    I stepped on my kin feeling sorry for their fate before hitting the rift at full speed pouring every last bit of my mana into it to make it accept me.


    I felt pulled by my mana. The rift was huge.


    This was a world of untapped magicka.


    I tried to keep running but there was no longer any ground beneath me. I looked down.


    Below me stood large spires that reflected the world around them. A giant mage statue was standing on an island. And small elf like beings stood around on the ground looking at the rift behind me.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    I looked behind me. Five goblins had made it through chasing after me. Their tall thin green skin made me sick.


    I kicked off one of the spires to manage my fall. The spire shattered and started to collapse. I used less force on the next one but it cracked and started making noise as I left it.


    The ground was hard and hot when I landed.


    “Goblins run!”


    I shouted at the elf like creatures. They pointed their strange wands at me and I was hit by something. My skin tingled but there was a greater threat in the area.


    I saw the red eyes in the dust from the spire collapsing. The glimpse of his dagger. I recognized it as one who was directly under a demon lord. The shadow talon was licked by his long tongue before he disappeared.


    Fear rang through me. These elves were on their own.


    I ran through the spires while the elves shouted something in a strange tongue at me.


    My words echoed off the spires as I ran. Goblins were nothing to joke about.


    I ran until I could run no more. This world was huge and the elves that lived in it were small.


    The goblins must of hid because I could not sense any deaths around.


    I kissed my mothers necklace and closed my eyes. My crystal would take a while to bond with this new world, until then I must survive.