I crouched calmly on top of the village's gate post, my long cloak melded with bark, grass, leaves, and twigs masking my scent with the sweet, wild aroma of berries and pine cones. The humans hadn't learned of my appearance yet, and through my mental link, I felt that all of my children were dead. My creations...were dead. It brought back that familiar icy feeling, which i turned into emptiness, settling it into the back of my soul. I wanted to start anew. My elves were forever gone until I recreated them once more...but...no. I didn't want to manipulate off of humans. They would be my own creation...made from the ground up.
"Come. I will show you that all is not lost."
That was my brother. So...he was still alive. Standing, I leaped into the air, my humanoid form still retaining the ability to levitate at a respectable distance above the ground. As soon as I reached the grassy plains, I landed on the ground, my barefeet a blur as I seemingly flitted across the ground, oceans, and trees at a speed above that of light, almost instantly appearing beside the one whom called me. The claws on my lightly tanned hand seamlessly pierced the mountain rock, and I hung there, beside the crack my brother rested in, gazing into the camp of...Valkyries, he named them.
"...They're still alive...?" I noted calmly, although my voice held a tinge of jealousy and bitterness. His children were alive and happy...while mine were extinct. Gone. Burned to ash, crushed, and mangled. Regardless, the scene lifted my spirits, and despite my now wild appearance - with my long brown hair, deer-like antlers, wolf-like ears, and claws, I allowed a fanged smile to overcome my face.