The battle of the First shadow elf invasion

After an invasion that has now lasted on for nearly a year, the final battle has finally come. King Main, followed by the army of Castroba, side by side with Queen Satira and her army of the Wood Realm Isle. Standing against the feared and powerful demigod, Viessa. After many weeks, the castronians have finally tracked down where the shadow elves and Viessa are holding up between their slaughters of the innocents. And the battle is about to commence.

The morning has finally come, but Main has been awake for hours now. In just a few hours blood and death will be all around him. He knows it is for the greater good, and the safety of the world and its freedom. But he can't stop thinking about how many of these great men, surrounding him, will be dead before the sun goes back down. Around their war camp are the sounds of thousands of men getting ready. Weapons getting sharpened, boulders for catapults being transported onto carriages, and arrows stocked. A little talk, but no laughter. Everyone around knows the seriousness of this fight. Know how deadly it will become. Yet everyone is willing to sacrifice all for this cause.   As he gets out, he can feel no wind. Everything around them seems to have come to a stop. No wind, no birds, no insects. Nothing. It feels like everything has come down to this very moment that is about to happen. Even the gods are giving it their full attention.   In the camp besides the one of castronians, are one of wood elves. Satira herself and her army of wood elves. Just like Main, Satira hasn't gotten much sleep tonight. Just like Main, she feels the weight of what is about to go down. Just about 4 kilometers from where their camp is located are a giant war camp, filled with shadow elves, ready to murder. Enjoying slaughter. All led by the feared Viessa, demigoddess of greed and shadows. An army much more ready for killing than any man here.   “Main its time.” A commander told Main. Main looked up, took one deep breath with his eyes closed. This might be it. He might never get back home. Home to his lovely wife, his daughter, and his unborn child. Yet hopefully he will still be successful here, so that they can still be proud, and be able to smile later on in life. Remembering who he was. Main took his sword, and went out.   Only 1 hour later he was there. Standing on a hill, in front of a clearing. On the other side of the clearing. Dark armors, war cries, giant catapults. They were ready. They had been waiting. But behind Main and Satira stood thousands of men and women, ready to die for this battle and cause. Even with the threat of the war hungry shadow elves, everyone was ready to face it all.   Right now time stood still, or at least it felt like it did. As the leader of the army, Main rode a few meters ahead of his army.   “NOW MEN, NOW IS THE TIME WE HAVE COME FOR! NOW WE WILL FIGHT ON THIS FIELD, NOT FOR GLORY, NOT FOR HONOR. BUT FOR OUR WIVES, OUR HUSBANDS, OUR CHILDREN, OUR NEIGHBORS, EVERYONE WE KNOW AND HOLD DEAR. THIS DARKNESS CANNOT WIN TODAY. CAUSE IF THEY DO, THEIR DARKNESS WILL SPREAD ACROSS ALL THE LANDS WE KNOW AND HOLD DEAR. COME WITH ME MEN. "IT IS TIME!”   And with those words, he charged ahead. His and Satiras' army right behind. Horns started sounding behind and infront of him. And as they did, the black army on the other side of the opening, started charging right towards Main as well. From behind the dark army of elves came a black cloud of whining arrows. The arrows of the shadow elves had already cost a lot of lives around the mainlands from their many attacks. They were known for being able to easily penetrate shields and armor. From both Satiras and Mains army came forth mages with powerful protective magic. Able to stop most of the shadow elven arrows. But the ones they couldn't stop, came down with so much force that they would slice right through even the knights with metal armor, and going so far down into the earth they disappeared from sight. Right after this came yet another cloud of whining arrows.   From behind the humans and wood elves came a rain of arrows in response. Yet they were not nearly as deadly as the ones from Viessas army. Yet the few arrows that hit on weak spots would take down a few shadow elven knights.   Finally the two armies collide. All out bloody and gruesome battles had started. Blood spilled everywhere. Screams and roars filled the otherwise quiet day. From both sides came boulders shot from large constructions of war, like ballistas, catapults and all other kinds of weapons for massive battles.   Main had never been known as the strongest and most powerful warrior. His strengths as a leader had always been in diplomacy. Yet today it felt like he was helped by the gods above. Like they help control his movement. Around him he fell multiple shadow elven knights. Knights known as some of the best warriors in the world. Satira had always been seen as one of the best and most agile rangers. Her arrows flew around the ears of the friendlies and right into the weak spots of the enemies. Her sword swung through the air like a warm knife through butter.   A few hundred meters away sounded massive explosions and screams. Here Viessa flew a few meters above ground, killing many men and women. Her extremely powerful magic made sure no human or wood elf could even get close. The battles went on for hours. Death, blood and screams, arms and legs flying through the air. People were getting tired as it went on. Slashes and cuts became slower and more out of breath. And then. Finally. Main and Viessa were face to face.   More than half of both armies were dead on the ground. Viessa had come down on the ground. Now standing ready with a sword instead of magic. And in front of her, about 15 meters away stood Main, ready with his massive claymore sword.   “You must be the famous Main? The king with voices in his head?” She said, with a smile on her lip. Her ready eyes looked Main up and down, like it was looking for weak spots.   “And you must be Viessa Vesua. Queen of the Shadow Elves. Why have you come to our land, when you have your own entire realm?” Main answered, still ready for any sudden attack.   It was suddenly like the two could speak 1 on 1, even though around hundred of warriors were fighting, killing each other. Underneath their legs were bodies of the already fallen. Yet it felt like they had become invisible, as no one even charged any of them. Viessa just smiled before raising her sword and charging. She didn't run, instead it looked like she glided over the ground and the many dead bodies, like it was ice.   As the two swords hit each other, a large clash could be heard. Main could now finally feel how powerful Viessa was. Her strength was more than even the strongest men he had spared against. She pulled back her sword to slash again, and again and again. She kept coming in with more hits, attack very aggressively. Leaving Main to only defend and try and counter the attacks. As more and more hits came, Main had to take multiple steps back. Viessa just kept coming. Finally after what felt like hundred of hits, she pulled back her sword without coming in with another attack. Main took the chance and swung the sword from the left and down towards Viessa. CLING. Main felt the sword abruptly stop in the hit. Like it had hit something it couldn't go through,   It was Viessas hand. She had caught the blade with her left hand. Now she was just looking right into Mains eyes with yet another smile. Main felt fear, finally climbing into his mind. Then suddenly pain, wet pain from his stomach. Viessa had planted the entire blade of her sword into the stomach of Main. Right through his armor. He couldn't see or feel it, but he was sure the point of her sword was going out through his back. He started tasting blood, and felt it pouring out of his mouth. He could feel his arms and legs getting numb. Breathing was hard. Even his vision was failing now.   “NOOOOOO!” Now Satira had seen what had happened. She pulled back her bow, and with as much power as she had in her, both magic and emotion. She sends her arrow flying, with a green flame around it. It hit Viessa right in the side. Viessa fell to the side with a yelp. She stood up, looked down on the arrow now stuck in her side, and then up to face her new opponent. But when she looked up she was greeted by a hit to the face from a sword. And then another to the side, and another, and another. Satira was giving all she had. Before suddenly Viessa started floating with a scream. Purple flames started burning around her, black smoke went to air. Then BOOM and she was just gone. She had been defeated.   Satira rushed to help friend. But it was too late. Main had been killed. No life back. Around her the shadow elves had witnessed their queen finally defeated. Now they had lost morale and were getting defeated by the humans and elves. Yet Satira saw none of this. She just held Main in her arms, crying. Mourning her dead friend. In the end the shadow elves were fought back, and victory came to Satira and Main.