Tales of Ravenia: Mage Warrior

(1) Her Dream

In the tarnished kingdom Delron was a village in the  north-east where a little girl was born. Since the day she was born she showed determination through her actions and curiosity through her ambition. Eleanor named her Cera for she thought it was a wonderful name to give to her first child.

 Delron was still very dangerous to live in for the gem still lays in the region to this day deeming the region dangerous. Though it's still there, residents still thinks it's safe to live in the broken region.    

Every day Cera and her mom Eleanor would go to a beautiful blossom tree on top of a hill just outside the village. "Mommy, why do we visit this tree everyday?" She asked in her innocence.
"Well, honey this is where your father and I first met." She replied as she reminisced.

She grew and grew not knowing anything about her father. Her father lost to The Great Delron War.  Cera wasn't perfect at all, she was actually pretty bad at most things and the thing she was most bad at was making tents. Constructing things were obviously not her forte.

 Cera dreamed of being a knight, saving the day and guarding the village from anything harmful. She could just imagine pulling out her sword and swinging it at a thief or shielding a helpless child from a harmful creature. Her ambitious mind new that one day her dream would come true and she would finally protect her village. 

 Other than her terrible tent build she had a really good apatite. She could eat anything in her her mother put on her plate. Withing seconds of seeing it it would be swallowed ending with a massive burp. 

 The years past and her hair slowly transformed into beautiful long blonde locks. Her dress into armor and her fruit basket into a sword. Her mother saw in her bright fiery eyes was a dream, a dream that only very little take on. It was to be a knight.

 She trained at the local knight academy in her teen years never stopping, determined to be a warrior she knew she could be. Days and nights of blood, sweat and tears with a sword in hand and a shield in the other. " I won't stop fighting for my dream until the end..." she spoke as she swung at the training dummy.

 Entering the academy she didn't know what she was in for. It was a rough start with her mentor but she slowly picked up her skills. " Come on! Keep fighting!" shouted her mentor, giving her determination. 

 They prepared her in offence, defense and agility in many different ways. The long days started at 6:00 AM producing 250 push ups withing an hour. After lunch was sword practice, blowing attacks left, right and center to a practice dummy. Before rest a test of endurance for she would stand one legged on top of a pole for as long as she could. 

 Days became months and months became years, she was ready to become a fully fledged knight. " Mom, am I ready for this? " Cera asked concerned.

 " I think you are ready to achieve your dream, just like your father did..." Eleanor began to reminisce.

" Let me pay a visit to the wise elder first mom.." Cera decided.

" Be careful, the elder can be very well... straight forward sometimes. So don't expect anything okay!"

" Okay mom. See you later and wish me luck!"

 In the forest, meditating is a very wise elder worthy of the title of being helpful and wise. He has witnessed warriors of light and enemies of evil. He will now the fate of our very hero Cera.