Post by Shiningami on Dec 1, 2006 16:41:07 GMT -8
Name: Noel Silvers
Nickname or Title: Nerismorel Silversgleaming
Gender: Female
Age: -- Looks to be about 20, but really is thousands of years old, but she will never reveal her true age.
Race: – Elf
Class: – Assassin
Side: – Neutral-Good: She decides what’s “good” to her
Weakness: – Her brother, Past, Heart, and random little fears like drowning.
Powers: – Too many to list. She’s prominent in her masteries of the Elements *Those are her favorite spells to use* (Electricity//Lightning, Water, Fire, Earth, Air, Metals)
Default Abilities: – Velkyn Menvis
While it would be easy to lump the Velkyn Menvis in with the other minor arts, it would be wrong. Velkyn Menvis, or the Hidden Path, is the Elven art of Stealth and survival. This skill is taught almost from birth, the moving silently, and passing unseen. Elven nobles move with an innate grace that springs from this art, Elven assassins slide from shadow to shadow, and rangers can move from dry branch to dry branch by using this skill. This art is seen in its highest form when combined with Szeous Rah Laur and Luth Vinult.
Abilities: – *Keep in mind she is, in Human terms, extremely ancient, so she has had time to hone and learn all of these skills.*
Athiyk Lisse Killian
Athiyk is an ancient art, one that the elves have practiced since the beginning. Literally the 'Harmonious Spirit of the Sword' this art is considered the core of Elven fighting technique. Unlike their faster breeding, and shorter lived fellow races, the elves have lifetimes to hone their skills to supernatural levels.
Zotreth Khaliizi
The Khaliizi is one of the most devastating of Elven sword arts, a punishing attack that can sever limbs, remove heads and split shields with the force of the attack. Drawing upon the elemental strength of the trees and earth, the Elf anchors himself to the earth and strikes with all of his passion. This attack leaves the elf open for a counterattack, but only if his foe is still able to attack. Masters of the Khaliizi attack are the most brutal of Elven warriors, willing to slip into the midsts of foes to hew them down like the farmer scything wheat. The spear variation of this attack doesn’t sever limbs, but is often a killing strike that pierces the heart, or penetrates the brain through the throat.
Szeous Rah Laur
Also known as the Secret Art, a master of Szeous must first master Orbb and Maelthra as well as at least two of the Zotreth weapon styles. The Szeous masters are able to flow from one style to another with speed and grace that belies their incredible ability to deal out death and suffering. A Szeous master can also deliver supernatural strikes, such as blows that cause paralyzation, violent illness, and even death with the correct pressure points. A master can also deliver unarmed attacks as ranged attacks, striking at the air, but the foe feeling the full force of the hit, even a dozen feet away.
Weapons: – Despite being a Sword-Master, she prefers to use Magic and smaller Daggers when ‘working’, so she carries Close to 1 ½ dozen daggers on her person, hidden in clothing, boots, a few in her hair disguised as combs, and other places.
Extra: She is a master of the Elven Sword Arts, and a Master of a few of the ones involving Archery, Unarmed, and Magic.
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Animal Companion: — A small black bird, Mi *Three inches tall*
Relationship Status: – She prefers to be alone, but sometimes befriends a lucky person…
Family: — Both of her parents are dead, and her eldest brother is presumed dead.
Quote: – “There is no more dangerous place than the side of the Elves”
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Physical Descriptions – Weight: Very slender, only 130 pounds or so.
Height: Typical Elven Height, about 6’0”.
Hair: Long snow white hair
Eye color: When using magic, her eyes glow gold, but when not, her eyes are silvery-white.
Scars: A long, thin scar on her left arm, running from her shoulder down to her elbow in a slightly curved line, but she keeps it covered with the black arm sleeves she wears.
Tattoos: A black branded caricature, marking her as a Qin *Outlaw* on her right shoulder blade
Picture(s): usera.imagecave.com/KawazoeEmi/magic_maeve.jpg
Personality: – Very calm and collected, and very graceful. On the outward appearance, she is cold hearted and sometimes very rude, obnoxious and mean. But, she has only made her self that way because of her job, and her history. But, truly, she is very Noble: Loyal to those who she does befriend, compassionate, loving, giving, nurturing, an all around sweetheart. Very humble, she never would even dream of putting herself above others, even though, by all rights, she is.
Background: – Ah, the life’s wanderings of an Elf…truly magnificent, if you are able to convince the tale out of one…
Noel grew up, surprisingly to most, a Princess. She was born one, to her parents, the King and Queen. She had one elder brother, somebody whom she loved very much and admired. At the age of three, still a newborn to elves, she decided that she HATED being a princess. She never did anything that the other Teachers told her to do, and the only person she talked/listened to was her elder brother. His name was Cameron. He had short blonde hair, almost white, and glowing blue eyes. Cameron had a very kind and understanding smile, and never said or did anything to hurt his little sister, and if she came to him crying, over any size problem, he took care of it; sometimes with force. Until Noel was 10, she didn’t speak a word to anybody else, and refused to learn anything but wizardry and how to fight. But, nobody would teach her that. So, her brother taught her how to read and write at age 6-8, and then, on her 9th birthday, spent the entire year teaching her three different languages. By the time she was 11, she was able to speak (still, only to him) 5 of the languages of the world, and she could read and write the Ancient Elven script. But before he could teach her anything more, he was recruited into the Elven Militia, and 6 months before her 12th birthday, (Still a very young child in the eyes of Elves,) the received a letter saying that Cameron was dead.
Noel grieved harder than any other person, and for 6 months straight, she did not remove the black grieving clothes, and refused to speak, write or even look at somebody else. For 6 months, Noel mourned the loss of her favorite and only older brother, and on her 12th birthday, she decided to run away and find her brother to prove that he wasn’t dead. So, she packed all of her favorite clothes, and things. Before the sun rose on her birthday, she dressed as normally as she could, and left the Palace, vowing that she would not return until she found her brother and he was alive. This began her journey.
Noel wandered out of the Elven city, and into the lands of Man. She traveled for months, and soon, for years. When she was a little over 14, she was found, unconscious from starvation, by a very elderly couple. They took her in, and nursed her back to full health. So, in return for their kindness, she told them her name, and what she was doing. They were both very understanding, and promised not to alert anybody of her whereabouts, or even her existence. So, from that day on, they said that she would be called Nerismorel Silversgleaming. She took the name on with pride, and as a Christening of her new name, the couple sent her to another house, where another younger couple lived; A Wizard, and a retired Assassin. The Wizard, whose name was Gladell, had not wanted to take her in, being almost 15 and a girl. But, the Assassin, Ariel, shook her head and smiled, promising to teach her all the tricks she knew, and made Gladell promise the same.
So, Nerismorel continued to live with them, surprising them at how much she knew already, and surprising them even more at how quickly she picked up on everything they taught her. Finally, when she was roughly 20, they asked her why she was not aging like normal people, and why her hair was white, along with other things. The only answer she could come up with, was showing them who she was. She stood there, in front of them both, then turned her head, and lifted her hair, revealing her pointed ears, and saying in her musical angelic Elven voice, “I am an Elf.” This knocked Gladell over, and Ariel only smiled. “No wonder you never spoke, dear. Your voice alone would give you away.” She had said.
“Why in the good world didn’t you say anything before?” Gladell demanded. “Who are you?”
The only thing Nerismorel could say was “My real name is Noel Silvers. Princess of the Elves.” At that, both of them fell backwards in awe, and before they could do anything, Noel spoke again. “Please, do not tell anybody who I am or that I am here. I am looking for my brother, who everybody thinks is dead, but I know he isn’t…I can feel him. I must find him, and help him.” Her silvery eyes dampened as she continued speaking, “He is the only one I have.”
Ariel looked up at Noel and said, “I have been teaching a princess how to kill people. I say that’s one for the journal!” She smiled, laughed, and got up, walking over to Noel silently. She hugged her and said, “You can trust me. We will always be here for you and with you. Stay here for a few more years, I have more things to teach you, now that I know you can handle it.” Gladell just nodded and folded his arms, a scowl coming over his face. He didn’t like the fact that he had been teaching a girl, much less an Elven Princess.
So Noel continued to live there for many many more years. She would get up before the sun, and only fall after the sun did; learning everything and anything Gladell and Ariel could teach her, and very thankful for it. When she was 50, the couple was growing to old to teach her anything more, and both were jealous of the fact that they kept getting older while Noel never aged past twenty. They made jokes about it often, always making each other laugh during the lessons, even Gladell. They had dinner together every night, and since turning 23, Noel did all the cooking, and she was getting mighty handy at it. Her skills in everything had gotten so much better. She was able to use the gift that all elves are born with, and she had mastered some of the most ancient skills an Elf could access. All thanks to these two.
One night, her least favorite of nights, Ariel and Gladell died. They were well over a 100, and they had lived wonderfully fulfilled lives, so said Gladell. It was a warm night, a perfect summers night to humans. It was just warm enough so you didn’t need a blanket, but cool enough so you didn’t need to cool down. They had all finished dinner and Noel had helped both of them to their beds, and said a prayer, but suddenly, Noel felt the life-force within them both shudder. She knew what was going to happen, and so did they. Ariel looked up at her and smiled warmly, that same perfect motherly smile. “Don’t fret darling, I have taught you every single last thing I know, and you are now ready. You must go find your brother and bring him home.” She closed her eyes and waited for her soul to finally leave her wracked old body. But Gladell spoke first, he was not so willing to let go. “Nerismorel. I know that you are not happy to see us go, neither am I. I don’t want to. I would much rather teach a silly Princess how to fight.” Here, he stopped and chuckled, making him cough. “But, I can’t cheat death any longer. You are ready. You know everything this bag of bones knows, and you will know more by the time you are ready to leave this god-forsaken planet.” Another round of coughing shook his entire body before he continued. “You will find your brother. I know that. But never forget, who you really are. And, last of all. Don’t cry over this, and don’t trust those whom you can’t trust.” Then, he too, closed his eyes, and Noel felt the souls of two of her favorite people let go of their bodies and move upwards into the sky. She let out a few tears, mourning their departing, but soon remembered Gladell’s words and stopped. She stood up, covered their faces with their blankets, and left the room. Digging into her bag, she found a note, placed there by Ariel:
Dear Darling Noel,
You have come far over the last few years, and I am glad to call you one of my own. Don’t fret for our loss, you have gained much, and so have we. Look underneath my bed, you will find a suitcase. In it, is the outfit I wore as an Assassin, and a small brand. Wear it with pride, it will mark you as one of the Qin, allowing you to move silently wherever your heart desires.
With you Forever,
Ariel and Gladell
Noel put a hand up to her mouth fighting back tears at the honor that had been blessed upon her. She gently placed the note on her own bag and ran to look under Ariel’s bed. She pulled out a huge leather suitcase, dragged it back into her own room, and opened it slowly. In it, she found a black outfit. *Refer to picture* She put it on carefully, loving the feel of the fabric against her skin. It was better than anything she had ever worn as a Princess. She then pulled out the Branding Iron. She rolled it over in her hands, and felt the edge. It was hot! She quickly pulled her hand back, and flipped it over to her left hand. Somehow, she twisted her self so that the iron pressed against her Right shoulder blade. She bit her lip until it bled, as she felt her skin almost melt under the heat. She released her grip and the iron fell to the floor. She dropped to her knee’s, tears of both Pride, Honor, and pain escaped her. When the pain retreated from her shoulder like a retreating wave, she stood up. Something caught her eye in the doorway, and she swung around, ready to attack with magic. “Please! Don’t be frightened. It’s me!” Sure enough, it was the old lady that she had first met when she was a girl. Curious, she seemed the same as when they first met. But she was very old then, and still…she was alive? “How…Why are you here?” Noel asked, carefully. But the old lady just smiled and said, “Good you remember me. Now, I can show you.” Suddenly, the room was filled with bright white light, and the old lady was no longer an Old Lady. She was tall, with long black hair and brilliant blue eyes. Her body was slim and a white dress was draped over her small form. She smiled delicately and said, “I have been following you, Princess.” Noel’s eyes grew wide. “How do you know I’m a Princess? Why have you been following me?” Her voice was frantic, how did this beautiful woman know who and what she was? And what did she want with her? “Do not fret Child. I am not here to hurt you. I have been sent to give you a message and a gift: Your journey will be long and hard, but noble. You have great strength, and more is waiting for you. Be careful with whom you rest, as you may not wake.” Her eyes grew softer, and lighter, “But, I have also a gift. This.” A bright flash of light blinded Noel for a moment, but as her vision returned, she saw a beautiful sword floating in front of her. The hilt was as silver as the blade, and it looked like they melted into each other, swirling together. At the top of the hilt, a single jewel was set. It was a gem, the color was a mix between sapphire and blue topaz. It was the size of a half dollar coin, and it dazzled brilliantly, almost by its own light. Noel looked once at the woman, then back at the sword, grabbed it, then as she continued staring, she didn’t notice the woman’s smile, or the blessing she bestowed upon her. The next thing that she noticed, was a gradual dimming of the room, and the sudden disappearance of the woman. Noel looked up, then around, curious as to where the woman disappeared to, then shrugged. Noel grabbed her bag, and tossed it into the fire. Then, she strapped the sword to her waist, and left the house, placing a kiss on the foreheads of both Gladell and Ariel. She then shut the door tightly behind her, and smiled as she lit the house on fire. She didn’t stay to watch, but moved on silently, letting her heart take her where she should go, moving through the shadows.
Nickname or Title: Nerismorel Silversgleaming
Gender: Female
Age: -- Looks to be about 20, but really is thousands of years old, but she will never reveal her true age.
Race: – Elf
Class: – Assassin
Side: – Neutral-Good: She decides what’s “good” to her
Weakness: – Her brother, Past, Heart, and random little fears like drowning.
Powers: – Too many to list. She’s prominent in her masteries of the Elements *Those are her favorite spells to use* (Electricity//Lightning, Water, Fire, Earth, Air, Metals)
Default Abilities: – Velkyn Menvis
While it would be easy to lump the Velkyn Menvis in with the other minor arts, it would be wrong. Velkyn Menvis, or the Hidden Path, is the Elven art of Stealth and survival. This skill is taught almost from birth, the moving silently, and passing unseen. Elven nobles move with an innate grace that springs from this art, Elven assassins slide from shadow to shadow, and rangers can move from dry branch to dry branch by using this skill. This art is seen in its highest form when combined with Szeous Rah Laur and Luth Vinult.
Abilities: – *Keep in mind she is, in Human terms, extremely ancient, so she has had time to hone and learn all of these skills.*
Athiyk Lisse Killian
Athiyk is an ancient art, one that the elves have practiced since the beginning. Literally the 'Harmonious Spirit of the Sword' this art is considered the core of Elven fighting technique. Unlike their faster breeding, and shorter lived fellow races, the elves have lifetimes to hone their skills to supernatural levels.
Zotreth Khaliizi
The Khaliizi is one of the most devastating of Elven sword arts, a punishing attack that can sever limbs, remove heads and split shields with the force of the attack. Drawing upon the elemental strength of the trees and earth, the Elf anchors himself to the earth and strikes with all of his passion. This attack leaves the elf open for a counterattack, but only if his foe is still able to attack. Masters of the Khaliizi attack are the most brutal of Elven warriors, willing to slip into the midsts of foes to hew them down like the farmer scything wheat. The spear variation of this attack doesn’t sever limbs, but is often a killing strike that pierces the heart, or penetrates the brain through the throat.
Szeous Rah Laur
Also known as the Secret Art, a master of Szeous must first master Orbb and Maelthra as well as at least two of the Zotreth weapon styles. The Szeous masters are able to flow from one style to another with speed and grace that belies their incredible ability to deal out death and suffering. A Szeous master can also deliver supernatural strikes, such as blows that cause paralyzation, violent illness, and even death with the correct pressure points. A master can also deliver unarmed attacks as ranged attacks, striking at the air, but the foe feeling the full force of the hit, even a dozen feet away.
Weapons: – Despite being a Sword-Master, she prefers to use Magic and smaller Daggers when ‘working’, so she carries Close to 1 ½ dozen daggers on her person, hidden in clothing, boots, a few in her hair disguised as combs, and other places.
Extra: She is a master of the Elven Sword Arts, and a Master of a few of the ones involving Archery, Unarmed, and Magic.
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Animal Companion: — A small black bird, Mi *Three inches tall*
Relationship Status: – She prefers to be alone, but sometimes befriends a lucky person…
Family: — Both of her parents are dead, and her eldest brother is presumed dead.
Quote: – “There is no more dangerous place than the side of the Elves”
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Physical Descriptions – Weight: Very slender, only 130 pounds or so.
Height: Typical Elven Height, about 6’0”.
Hair: Long snow white hair
Eye color: When using magic, her eyes glow gold, but when not, her eyes are silvery-white.
Scars: A long, thin scar on her left arm, running from her shoulder down to her elbow in a slightly curved line, but she keeps it covered with the black arm sleeves she wears.
Tattoos: A black branded caricature, marking her as a Qin *Outlaw* on her right shoulder blade
Picture(s): usera.imagecave.com/KawazoeEmi/magic_maeve.jpg
Personality: – Very calm and collected, and very graceful. On the outward appearance, she is cold hearted and sometimes very rude, obnoxious and mean. But, she has only made her self that way because of her job, and her history. But, truly, she is very Noble: Loyal to those who she does befriend, compassionate, loving, giving, nurturing, an all around sweetheart. Very humble, she never would even dream of putting herself above others, even though, by all rights, she is.
Background: – Ah, the life’s wanderings of an Elf…truly magnificent, if you are able to convince the tale out of one…
Noel grew up, surprisingly to most, a Princess. She was born one, to her parents, the King and Queen. She had one elder brother, somebody whom she loved very much and admired. At the age of three, still a newborn to elves, she decided that she HATED being a princess. She never did anything that the other Teachers told her to do, and the only person she talked/listened to was her elder brother. His name was Cameron. He had short blonde hair, almost white, and glowing blue eyes. Cameron had a very kind and understanding smile, and never said or did anything to hurt his little sister, and if she came to him crying, over any size problem, he took care of it; sometimes with force. Until Noel was 10, she didn’t speak a word to anybody else, and refused to learn anything but wizardry and how to fight. But, nobody would teach her that. So, her brother taught her how to read and write at age 6-8, and then, on her 9th birthday, spent the entire year teaching her three different languages. By the time she was 11, she was able to speak (still, only to him) 5 of the languages of the world, and she could read and write the Ancient Elven script. But before he could teach her anything more, he was recruited into the Elven Militia, and 6 months before her 12th birthday, (Still a very young child in the eyes of Elves,) the received a letter saying that Cameron was dead.
Noel grieved harder than any other person, and for 6 months straight, she did not remove the black grieving clothes, and refused to speak, write or even look at somebody else. For 6 months, Noel mourned the loss of her favorite and only older brother, and on her 12th birthday, she decided to run away and find her brother to prove that he wasn’t dead. So, she packed all of her favorite clothes, and things. Before the sun rose on her birthday, she dressed as normally as she could, and left the Palace, vowing that she would not return until she found her brother and he was alive. This began her journey.
Noel wandered out of the Elven city, and into the lands of Man. She traveled for months, and soon, for years. When she was a little over 14, she was found, unconscious from starvation, by a very elderly couple. They took her in, and nursed her back to full health. So, in return for their kindness, she told them her name, and what she was doing. They were both very understanding, and promised not to alert anybody of her whereabouts, or even her existence. So, from that day on, they said that she would be called Nerismorel Silversgleaming. She took the name on with pride, and as a Christening of her new name, the couple sent her to another house, where another younger couple lived; A Wizard, and a retired Assassin. The Wizard, whose name was Gladell, had not wanted to take her in, being almost 15 and a girl. But, the Assassin, Ariel, shook her head and smiled, promising to teach her all the tricks she knew, and made Gladell promise the same.
So, Nerismorel continued to live with them, surprising them at how much she knew already, and surprising them even more at how quickly she picked up on everything they taught her. Finally, when she was roughly 20, they asked her why she was not aging like normal people, and why her hair was white, along with other things. The only answer she could come up with, was showing them who she was. She stood there, in front of them both, then turned her head, and lifted her hair, revealing her pointed ears, and saying in her musical angelic Elven voice, “I am an Elf.” This knocked Gladell over, and Ariel only smiled. “No wonder you never spoke, dear. Your voice alone would give you away.” She had said.
“Why in the good world didn’t you say anything before?” Gladell demanded. “Who are you?”
The only thing Nerismorel could say was “My real name is Noel Silvers. Princess of the Elves.” At that, both of them fell backwards in awe, and before they could do anything, Noel spoke again. “Please, do not tell anybody who I am or that I am here. I am looking for my brother, who everybody thinks is dead, but I know he isn’t…I can feel him. I must find him, and help him.” Her silvery eyes dampened as she continued speaking, “He is the only one I have.”
Ariel looked up at Noel and said, “I have been teaching a princess how to kill people. I say that’s one for the journal!” She smiled, laughed, and got up, walking over to Noel silently. She hugged her and said, “You can trust me. We will always be here for you and with you. Stay here for a few more years, I have more things to teach you, now that I know you can handle it.” Gladell just nodded and folded his arms, a scowl coming over his face. He didn’t like the fact that he had been teaching a girl, much less an Elven Princess.
So Noel continued to live there for many many more years. She would get up before the sun, and only fall after the sun did; learning everything and anything Gladell and Ariel could teach her, and very thankful for it. When she was 50, the couple was growing to old to teach her anything more, and both were jealous of the fact that they kept getting older while Noel never aged past twenty. They made jokes about it often, always making each other laugh during the lessons, even Gladell. They had dinner together every night, and since turning 23, Noel did all the cooking, and she was getting mighty handy at it. Her skills in everything had gotten so much better. She was able to use the gift that all elves are born with, and she had mastered some of the most ancient skills an Elf could access. All thanks to these two.
One night, her least favorite of nights, Ariel and Gladell died. They were well over a 100, and they had lived wonderfully fulfilled lives, so said Gladell. It was a warm night, a perfect summers night to humans. It was just warm enough so you didn’t need a blanket, but cool enough so you didn’t need to cool down. They had all finished dinner and Noel had helped both of them to their beds, and said a prayer, but suddenly, Noel felt the life-force within them both shudder. She knew what was going to happen, and so did they. Ariel looked up at her and smiled warmly, that same perfect motherly smile. “Don’t fret darling, I have taught you every single last thing I know, and you are now ready. You must go find your brother and bring him home.” She closed her eyes and waited for her soul to finally leave her wracked old body. But Gladell spoke first, he was not so willing to let go. “Nerismorel. I know that you are not happy to see us go, neither am I. I don’t want to. I would much rather teach a silly Princess how to fight.” Here, he stopped and chuckled, making him cough. “But, I can’t cheat death any longer. You are ready. You know everything this bag of bones knows, and you will know more by the time you are ready to leave this god-forsaken planet.” Another round of coughing shook his entire body before he continued. “You will find your brother. I know that. But never forget, who you really are. And, last of all. Don’t cry over this, and don’t trust those whom you can’t trust.” Then, he too, closed his eyes, and Noel felt the souls of two of her favorite people let go of their bodies and move upwards into the sky. She let out a few tears, mourning their departing, but soon remembered Gladell’s words and stopped. She stood up, covered their faces with their blankets, and left the room. Digging into her bag, she found a note, placed there by Ariel:
Dear Darling Noel,
You have come far over the last few years, and I am glad to call you one of my own. Don’t fret for our loss, you have gained much, and so have we. Look underneath my bed, you will find a suitcase. In it, is the outfit I wore as an Assassin, and a small brand. Wear it with pride, it will mark you as one of the Qin, allowing you to move silently wherever your heart desires.
With you Forever,
Ariel and Gladell
Noel put a hand up to her mouth fighting back tears at the honor that had been blessed upon her. She gently placed the note on her own bag and ran to look under Ariel’s bed. She pulled out a huge leather suitcase, dragged it back into her own room, and opened it slowly. In it, she found a black outfit. *Refer to picture* She put it on carefully, loving the feel of the fabric against her skin. It was better than anything she had ever worn as a Princess. She then pulled out the Branding Iron. She rolled it over in her hands, and felt the edge. It was hot! She quickly pulled her hand back, and flipped it over to her left hand. Somehow, she twisted her self so that the iron pressed against her Right shoulder blade. She bit her lip until it bled, as she felt her skin almost melt under the heat. She released her grip and the iron fell to the floor. She dropped to her knee’s, tears of both Pride, Honor, and pain escaped her. When the pain retreated from her shoulder like a retreating wave, she stood up. Something caught her eye in the doorway, and she swung around, ready to attack with magic. “Please! Don’t be frightened. It’s me!” Sure enough, it was the old lady that she had first met when she was a girl. Curious, she seemed the same as when they first met. But she was very old then, and still…she was alive? “How…Why are you here?” Noel asked, carefully. But the old lady just smiled and said, “Good you remember me. Now, I can show you.” Suddenly, the room was filled with bright white light, and the old lady was no longer an Old Lady. She was tall, with long black hair and brilliant blue eyes. Her body was slim and a white dress was draped over her small form. She smiled delicately and said, “I have been following you, Princess.” Noel’s eyes grew wide. “How do you know I’m a Princess? Why have you been following me?” Her voice was frantic, how did this beautiful woman know who and what she was? And what did she want with her? “Do not fret Child. I am not here to hurt you. I have been sent to give you a message and a gift: Your journey will be long and hard, but noble. You have great strength, and more is waiting for you. Be careful with whom you rest, as you may not wake.” Her eyes grew softer, and lighter, “But, I have also a gift. This.” A bright flash of light blinded Noel for a moment, but as her vision returned, she saw a beautiful sword floating in front of her. The hilt was as silver as the blade, and it looked like they melted into each other, swirling together. At the top of the hilt, a single jewel was set. It was a gem, the color was a mix between sapphire and blue topaz. It was the size of a half dollar coin, and it dazzled brilliantly, almost by its own light. Noel looked once at the woman, then back at the sword, grabbed it, then as she continued staring, she didn’t notice the woman’s smile, or the blessing she bestowed upon her. The next thing that she noticed, was a gradual dimming of the room, and the sudden disappearance of the woman. Noel looked up, then around, curious as to where the woman disappeared to, then shrugged. Noel grabbed her bag, and tossed it into the fire. Then, she strapped the sword to her waist, and left the house, placing a kiss on the foreheads of both Gladell and Ariel. She then shut the door tightly behind her, and smiled as she lit the house on fire. She didn’t stay to watch, but moved on silently, letting her heart take her where she should go, moving through the shadows.
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