elvish sword

I've been running for what seems like weeks now ,nowhere is safe ,not since the new king was appointed, Ramone, ever since he was appointed every thing has been going wrong, the plants have been dieing, the towns have been looted more often than before, the magic is leaving the land, the water and rocks are stained with blood, the very air we breath is tainted with the smoke and sulfur of war. But there is hope still, shining like a single north star at midnight, the legend tells of a elvish warrior that is of royal blood ,that will over through the king ,and finally put an end to all this madness. But as it is but a legend hope grows dim. As the years passed, the kings rule became harsher, and more innocent lives were lost. But finnaly hope has come again , a chiled is being born to the queen, "could this be the one ?" "no,hope is lost" " this is no warrior! this is but a girl!" these along with other things were said as the queen walked doun the winding steps holding a litle pink bundle, and as others began to notice that hope was lost more scornfull words were throun at the young prinsess. "SILENCE!!!!" yelled the booming voice of the elder " yes she may not be the warrior we were expecting , yet let us rejoice for as she may not be able to save us, but it is one more little miricle that may be able to survive these hard and brutle times"...