"What ever you do...Do not look back, My Love"
" For I shall I not be on the path you take"
"We will meet again in the Halls of Mandos"
In which a Fae lost everything.
Her Family.
Her People.
Her Kingdom.
All because of what she was.
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LONG AGO, in the Eldar days it is said that the Elves were among the first creatures to be created.
What if I told you there was something else before them?
A creature far more powerful, which could not feel greed, created to the simplest perfection and more beautiful and fair, by Eru Ilúvatar himself.
A Fae.
A winged, horned creature.
The very first Fae to be created was a woman. She was called Seraphina (Fire Spirit). She was created in the very heart of Valinor. The Valar who were the fourteen Ainur who, where created by Eru's thought, were deeply confused as to why their father had created a creature at the very heart of Valinor, as it could bleed and be killed.
It belonged on the soil of Middle Earth.
The Ainur surrounded the winged creature, as she laid on the green grass on her right with her wings wrapped around her. Small strands of Raven black hair falling over her perfect sculptured face, moving with each exhale she took. Her red tainted plump lips slightly parted as she was in her deep slumber. Her white silk dress giving small waves as the wind blew over it. Her pale leg sticking out of the slit of her dress, as her shoulders were bare as well showing her collarbone. The clothing covered the rest of her skin.
Manwë was the first to approach Seraphina, being the superior and leader of Ainur, he never questioned his Fathers doings.
Crouching down, he slowly stretched his hand forward moving the pieces of her raven her behind her pointy ears. He trailed his hand over her soft pale cheek bones before bringing it over to her large dark brown coloured wings. Brushing the soft feathers down.
"She's Eru's first creation. So exquisite he wants her here on Valinor. " Manwë said, directly to the Ainurs around him. Not taking his eyes if Seraphina. He noticed a small white gem embedded on her, a little over between her eyebrows, forehead.
It was shining like the stars on the sky. So bright, it could be mistaken for a star itself. The small crystals in it gave out sparkles as the sun shone on it.
The woman laying on the grass suddenly groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. The jewels that hung from her horns clinked as she moved her head.
"Where am I?" Seraphina muttered as she pushed her body of the ground with shaking arms. Her wings draped over the ground, on both of her sides.
"At the very heart of Valinor" Elentári, the wife of Manwë and the Star Queen, replied with a soft voice. Serephina looked at the Ainur with a frown on her face.
"Do you know why you are here ?"
"No...all I remember is that I was given a name."
"What is your name?" This time Námo, the Doomsman and the judge of the dead, asked the maiden.
