Prologue
In a far away land, not too long ago, man and elven kind lived harmoniously. Man depended on nature, and elves strive to protect and replant whatever is taken from it.
There were many different elven villages, one of them named Xitha, and the other Quiel. Both were powerful, their people being the only magicians ever known to live. They were the best in hunting, but barely did they use that skill; the animals were their friends.
All was well and peaceful, until Xitha came across a dreadful problem: the leader's daughter was found to be sick with a human disease. It was one that no human survived. Elves might survive it, but never did they need to since none of them got it.
The leader was afraid. He loved her very much. She was merely 10 years old, skilled in many things. He searched far and wide, but no cure could be found. He was devastated. His little girl grew paler, and weaker everyday. A little scratch on her could cause a massive blood loss. Most of the time, she spent her days on her bed, or passed out.
The time came that she was so very weak that she could not even open her eyes. The leader wept and wept. He locked himself in his bedroom, afraid for the end, until suddenly a servant came rushing in with a magician from Quiel. The magician could save her! He could make her stronger and more powerful. But that's all he can do. She would live, but her sickness would stay. She would have to live with the sickness until death finally grabs hold of her.
The leader was so ecstatic that all he heard was “I can save her”. He jumped up and begged the magician to start right away. The magician did his incantations and slipped a fist sized pebble into her body.
She began to open her eyes and feel less weak and fragile. Her face brightened up, but her eyes dimmed, but the leader could care less. He hugged her to him and started a celebration, inviting all men and women, human and elves alike. It was a happy day.
Cring! Cring! Cring!
Oh crap, I lost track of time. What did Ms. Cess say about that homework?
I leaned over to my side. “What was the homework, Kai?” I asked my best friend
“Answer pages 190 – 192” He replied.
“What's the topic?”
“Rivers” I cursed to myself. “Yeah, that's what you get for writing during the discussion. What are you writing about, anyway?”
“A reoccurring dream I've been having. It's annoying, really. I keep seeing guys with pointy ears. I mean, if it were Peter Pan, that'd be great, but I've never seen him. Oh poo, and I always wanted to meet Peter when I was young.”
He let out a cute laugh and said his good-byes. He needed to eat, and I needed to go to the clinic.
