Elven Blood

Fira Heartstone.

Fira Heartstone was only 6 years old when Sinbloods came. She had lost her mother to them, when they ransacked the village. Ever since, she was brought up in death. She opened her eyes, interrupting her thoughts of the past. She stood up from the tree that she had been sitting under and walked back to her house where her father was waiting.
She was now 22, a strong and skilled mage who didn't let anything distract her. She walked along the plains of flowers, her dress dragging through the the dandelions and daisies.

This was her spot ever since she was 10. She would normally come here to read, to think or just to escape the village life. After 6 minutes of walking, she arrived back at her house. Her father was in the yard, tending to the vegetables growing there. Her father, Tyran Heartstone, was a farmer. He managed the Baron's vegetables and he was part of many people who grew and harvested the town's crops. He got a good sum and was able to feed his daughters and himself. She looked at him then walked upstairs.

She entered her bedroom and picked up an old book that belonged to her mother's. It was an old swords fighter's book, perfect for her younger sister. Her sister was Delilah Heartstone, a swords fighter. She was 3 years younger than Fira, a skilled warrior and was very unlike her sister. She was usually a bubbly and ecstatic girl, filled with energy. Although their personalities were the polar opposite, Fira and Delilah were thick as thieves. They were close as two peas in a pod. Delilah respected and loved Fira and Fira cherished her as a companion or a true friend. She wasn't at the house right now. She was likely duelling a poor, idiotic dunce who had called her weak and not able to use a sword. If she wasn't doing that, she would be in the forest, trying to find a familiar for herself. She heard her father's voice calling her downstairs. She sighed and placed the ancient book on her bedside table.

She walked softly down the stairs and saw her father in the kitchen, holding two bowls. He set one on each end of the kitchen table, placing a slice of bread next to each bowl. "You haven't eaten in three hours. It's best if you eat now, instead of being famished." "I'm sorry father. I didn't mean to worry you." "If anyone should be worried, it would be your mother. But, please. I don't want you starving yourself. You're my daughter. I can't lose a loved one again." She nodded. She sat down and shovelled the spoon of stew in her mouth, chewing beef and potatoes. Suddenly, as she swallowed her beef and potato stew, the door swung open and her sister popped into the doorway. "Perfect news! I've found a job of a tailor! Now it's not just father earning the money!" "That's great, Delilah!" "Perfect, darling! Now we can afford chickens!"

Tyran walked back into the kitchen and brought out a third bowl of stew. He set it down on the table and brought out a bottle of ale. Since both daughters were new adults, they were able to drink alcohol. He brought out three ale glasses and poured ale halfway into each glass. He cheered and toasted to each girl and such and such. After having one glass, both girls retreated to Fira's bedroom.

They sat on the bed, talking and giggling like sisters do. "Hey, isn't that Mother's book?" Delilah pointed towards the ancient book. "Yeah, I found it on my bookshelf..want it? It wouldn't suit me, I'm not a warrior." "Sure, but how do you know you're not a mage warrior? You could be anything!" "It's not easy to find out what you are, Delilah. I could be anything, a core mage, a mage warrior, a mage mercenary, a mage archer, a mage rebel.........a necromancer." "Don't say that, Fira! You have a pure heart. There's no way you could be a necromancer." Fira kept silent. She knew necromancers had to be born with a dark heart or brought up in abuse or suffering. Both girls were brought up in death, so there could be a chance that Fira could be a necromancer. All this thinking made both girls tired. "Well, goodnight Fira. May Enva watch you." "Goodnight, Delilah." She lay down and fell asleep quickly.