The Prophecy of the 21 Fates.

Chapter 1: The Storm of Destiny

       Throughout the storm that hits the branches with almost surmounting glee, I contemplate. I have officially failed as the queens personal guard and burned her dress. Who knew how easy it was to miscast brisingr and I ended up throwing a fireball at her and burned her dress hung up on the dresser into many black feathers. She had laughed with a mirth that rivaled the very bells that rung in the depths of farthen dur. She eloquently told me "My husband will enjoy this, he knows I hate dressing formal, alas the grandeur of the elves may not be questioned because I prefer to dress as a warrior compared to my new station among the nobility." I took my leave berating myself. Even as a guard I can't do a simple job. By the way my name is Damien.  The Elven Prince currently attending the queen on her visit to Sílthrim. Talk about first day on the job my reckless spellcasting had made things worse. My parents to busy catering to the King. Preferring my younger brother the King's Guard at age 18, who gets to go with King Evandar all over Alagaësia. True heir to Queen Tarmunora's royal lineage. Being the exact opposite of him, my parents were very happy ignoring me most of the time. Always using their connections to the Riders and the nobility to play hardball in Elvish politics. Preparing their favorite child to one day replace Evandar and regain a throne we lost millenia ago. With my Uncle being the first of us to be chosen as a Rider. It seemed our family wanted us to bring to full circle the legacy my great-grandmother began when she led our kind to make the rider pact with the Dragons after Du Fyrn Skulblaka. Finally have an Elven King on the throne that was also a Rider. My brother had wanted to go to the egg ceremony but he was not of age yet he had to be turning exactly 20 years old.   
                 No doubt i had been placed here to spy on many aspects of the new Warrior Queen everyone spoke of. Im sure Uncle Vrael requested Izlanzadi to have me here but now ill be fired for sure. Shaming them all once more, I fear will never overcome this part of myself. As always I will consistantly mess it all up.
Watching the storm, declaring the beggining of the Atumn Season and causing the lake to move as if they were waves in the ocean. I stand taller than other elves. My skin with a light tan on it. I do have a lean muscular build as all elves do and helps a lot at the sparring field which keeps me distracted at times. With short black hair and at 20 years of age for an elf im to young to be any good at anything and to old to not know where to keep my mind busy. Life couldnt get any worse, and as I look to the thunderstorm a huge screech ripples across the sky. Then see one huge lightning bolt strike a pink dragon and I watch it fall on the banks near the lake.