Power: A Fictional Narrative

Having power isn’t everything that people make it out to be, take it from someone who has power. It sucks having all this power as someone who can control and use shadow so well that no one wants to fight you. It gets boring, every once in awhile someone comes to challenge me but with a flick of my wrist and the destruction of 90% of the room they are groveling at their feet begging for mercy and it is granted to them then they ran out the door. “Why do I bother anymore?” I asked myself while playing with my shadow magic not noticing a girl come in. “hello” she says in a small voice. I stop and look up from my hands. “What do you need?” I said annoyed. “I wish to challenge you” I sighed then I make a gesture and summoned a pack of Shadow Hounds.
At least she is calm I thought to myself. “Too much to the point I have already beaten everyone that was stronger than me and everyone that hardly had a fraction of my power. Do you understand?” I looked at her my eyes narrowed irritated. “So?” she asked kicking the dirt looking away from me. “Nervous much?” I teased at her. “I-I don’t care” She said looking down embarrassed. “Well fighting me will only result in your death, so be grateful brat for me just giving up and giving you a very easy life to live. Enjoy your life” I walked a few steps before I tackled to the ground by her. I looked at for angry and in some pain. Then I was going to give here a piece of my mind then she got close to my face and yelled “I AM NOT A BRAT. I AM NINETEEN!”. She got up and looked at me with a bitter glare suddenly she covered her face and yelled “I’M SO SORRY!” I try to get up but I kept falling back to the ground due to how hard I was laughing. I got on my knees and took a few deep breaths before I spoke. “Why are you embarrassed?” then I stood up. “B-because you’re first human I have met”. I looked at over her careful trying to figuring out what she is then I realized. “You’re an elf” I stated. She nodded as I was trying to remember everything I could from what I learned about elves. They live completely separate from humans and other species. They live in different tribes from other tribes but they are sophisticated. Personalities of elves vary just like humans do, but they are completely prideful and determined to their task until it is competed. “Crap” I said running my hand down my face. Her personality is being shy and nice, but her task is to beat me so fighting is the only option I have to get rid of her. As I was thinking I didn’t noticed a small group of thieves closing in on us. The elf noticed them as I put my hand on my chin still lost in thought. They attack the first fired an arrow at