Wisp's eyes fluttered open, she made no noise, looked at her satisfied mother. Her eyes glowed bright green, waist length light blue hair floating around her. A dark shadow zoomed past, whispering in my mothers ears. "Indra, she's beautiful!"
Mom and Dad were both elves, Dad was a wraith elf. Able to melt in the shadows, unseen. Mom was a water elf, able to breath underwater, has a water pet companion named Aine. Young elves don't have a subrace yet, just a annoying circlet your supposed to wear to show your nobility. I'm born from a noble family, meaning I am wealthy and my family is very important in this world. Everybody has a pendant, like a passport, but passports are for humans and we are Elves.
I go to Ellete, the elves most prestigious academy. I have four best friends all in the same class, Ivory, Raven, Ash, and Nightmare. Ivory has long blond hair, ice blue eyes, pale white skin. There are white highlights in her hair, with the faintest trace of light blue. Raven has straight black hair, waist length. Dark ebony eyes and white skin. Ash has ghostly long white hair that glows, opaque white skin with the surrounding of purpley, blue. Nightmare has grey skin and dark Midnight Blue Hair.
I have long bright turquoise hair, my teal eyes sparkling like a full moon, flecks of gold shine like stars, and pale white skin covering my body. I am very careless, I don't like sport, and I love the moon. I can't wait to trigger my subrace, when you finish Ellete, elves talk about your personality and give you a subrace. Nobody has a subrace the same as there parents, meaning they have to live the rest of there lives without the help of parents.
Being weak and small, people always bullied me, making me feel scared. I always curl up in a ball, trying to be invisible. Ivory was my first friend, helping me on hard quests. We've been in the same class ever since. That was 3 years ago, when I was 5. Now i'm 8, and this is my story, my life!
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FantasyFaint whispers in the breeze, hear no crunch of dried leaves, no footprint in the cold snow. Giving dreams and sing plants to rest. Floating to the moon and blending with their pale skin. Moon Elves are elegant, and they move wispily. They own no sh...