My name is Mazina, and I am 14 years old. Everyone calls me Mazie - it just sounds nicer.
I'm not a typical elf, long red hair instead of blond or brown, and green eyes not blue. I'm tall and lanky, not small and dainty. Oh- and I'm clumsy, not graceful.
I live in a country called New Idris, in a world called the orb. Though many have left our world for a new place called Earth.
"Mazie, come down. Your dinner's ready." I hear my mother calling from downstairs.
"Coming!" I shout. When in fact I'm not. I am sitting absolutely still, and have no intention of moving just yet.
"I said, Mazie come down." She screamed.
"I said, COMING." I replied, we had this battle every single morning. I sat for a bit longer, the hurtled down into the kitchen.
"Mazie, you are going to be late for apprenticeship classes. " She begins and I sigh, I am always late for class.
"I hear there is a new elf joining from Fell." She continues. And again I sigh.
New People.
I am just rubbish at making friends.
Despite this I head out the door to my first class, sword fighting.
When I got there, standing in Sapphires place was, in fact a new boy.
My mum was right for a change. The teacher introduced him.
"This is Jaegar Holyoak - Dagon. Can anyone guess where he's from?"
What a peculiar name, but my hand shoots up all the same.
"Fell," I answer plainly, then smile.
But then the teacher catches me out.
"You two can demonstate the sarasa 03 we have been learning. Jaegar - do you know it?"
"Of course, Miss." He says snobbishly.
So we demonstrate.
