[ WP ] Legends tell of the Elder race who utilized strange `` technologies '' instead of magic . As hordes of brutal killers invade from the north , a young elf heads off to search for ancient ruins , looking for humans ...

Enrir raced across the snow-covered wilderness, leaping deftly over slick rocks and the small brush that dotted the landscape. His commanding officer had told him that his stride was like that of a gazelle, and as Enrir's legs stretched and propelled him smoothly closer and closer to his target, he was beginning to believe him. But there was no time for pride. 
 
 Enrir had been given a mission of upmost importance. The war with the Orcs had reached a standstill, but scouts had reported a new army forming just beyond the northern border. One whose weapons and numbers would easily lay waste to the Elven Federation. 
 
 Once a simple territorial dispute, the Elven-Orcish war had escalated past the point of no return. It was now to go until total victory; if necessary, to the extinction of the other race. Until this point, the Elves had kept the Orc armies at bay with their supreme knowledge of magic. Their healing and rejuvenation spells had enabled their warriors to fight for hours or even days. The destruction spells allowed them to rain fire from the sky onto the Orc hordes. But the Orcs had a fortitude unmatched by any other creature in the Sgorvën lands. Their armies were merciless, tearing through Eleven villages like a torrenting river breaking forth from a dam. The Elven magic and soldiers could take out only so much. If the new Orc army was even half the size reported, it could spell the end of the war; and possibly, the end of the Elves. 
 
 The Elves knew that it was not in their power to vanquish the Orcs. Therefore, a new power would need to be acquired, one wielded by the Ancient Humans. The humans were revered in Elven Lore and often given the credit for the magic that they so proficiently wielded. Legends told of a weapon so terrible and so powerful, it could wipe out entire nations within minutes. The High Elven Council had deemed it necessary to find this weapon. However, intelligence suggested that the only information remaining regarding this weapon lay within a great white building in the ruins of the great human city: Washington, D.C., which lay right on the northern border. 
 
 Enrir was a new scout to the Elven Legions. However, he had quickly proven his adept ability by running reconnaissance. Why, in one mission he had outrun an entire Orc platoon without the use of magic! As such, the mission was given to Enrir. He insisted to go by himself, since one Elf would look much less suspicious to the Orc Empire. And if it came down to it, Enrir had no qualms about taking out a few Orcs. 
 
 After weeks of travel, Enrir had finally reached the outskirts of D.C. The great *skyscrapers* towered above Enrir as he ran through the *asphalt* streets, now pocked with holes and brush and covered with snow. As he came into the remains of a stone courtyard, he skidded to a halt and tilted his curved ears to the wind. He had heard movement, carried to him by the wind. He pulled his enchanted robes tighter around his waist, and began to move his fingers back and forth, forming an ice spike. He readied himself to throw it, sprinting around the corner of a crumbling building. As he sprang around the building, his eyes met those of a mother deer with two fawns. He lowered his hands, dispelling the ice spike. 
 
 `` Nerves,'' Enrir said, cursing. His eyes drifted past the deer, and met great white pillars beyond a rusting black gate. He had found it. 
 
 Enrir quickly vaulted the fence, almost catching his robes on the protrusions in his excitement. The doors, which Enrir had been told had once had ushered in some of the greatest Humans of the Technology Age, now leaned against the doorframe, faded and splintering. Enrir slowed his pace, venturing quietly into the building. He looked around. The ceiling now had holes from which dried ivy now hung. Enrir recognized some frames that used to house paintings, but now lay broken on the floor. 
 
 He ventured further into the building. He explored several of the smaller rooms. *Desks*, from which Human *politicians* did their work, were now covered in layers of ancient dust. Rusting *file cabinets* were toppled over, their papers spilling out onto the ground. Enrir entered a large, oval-shaped room. He recognized it as the *Oval Office*, which had housed the great leader of the `` United States.'' As Enrir surveyed the chipping walls and peeling carpet, his sharp eyes caught a panel on the wall that seemed to be lifting itself out. He went over to it, touching it slightly. He jumped as the panel fell to the floor, seemingly of its own accord. Beyond the panel was a *concrete* staircase, which descended deeper and deeper down. Enrir started down it, making sure to quiet his steps in case it was an Orc trap. 
 
 As he reached the bottom, a large iron door met him. In its center was what looked like a wheel. Enrir took hold of it and twisted it this way and that, until it finally started to turn. Enrir spun the wheel, and the door swung open. Enrir stepped into a smaller room. Its walls were completely made of a metallic substance. As Enrir reached out to brush the wall, a cracking voice spoke, `` Have you come to kill me?'' 
 
 Enrir jumped several feet off of the ground. He searched for the voice's source, and found a black chair facing a corner in the room. It slowly spun around, revealing a wisp of a man. His figure was naught but sticks, a white beard trailed to the ground, and the hair on top of his head was completely gone. However, the rusting pin on the man's fading white button-up shirt told Enrir all he needed to know. This man was, or had been, the president of the United States. 
 
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