I had been left in a small village with no name when I was born. My parents, as I called them, had found me and raised me as their own. I had only set off three days ago; on my sixteenth birthday. It was then that I learned that I must leave. I found some humans who would accompany me. We started the hard trek forwards.
The driving icy wind whipped my scarlet hair and jet black cloak as I made my way across the edge of the alpines. My companions had left me as they realized if they did accompany me they would most likely die.
I was left alone to continue my mindless trek to find the lost lands of SilverEdge. There were supposedly elves who lived in these outer reaches. I was supposed to find them and ask for their guidance, the only problem was the difficulty of getting there on your own. As I thought about this my hand subconsciously reached up to feel the tips of my pointed ears. I knew I could do it. I steeled my nerves and kept going. Pushing on through the harsh winds of December.
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"Have you wondered where she could be?" Asked my adviser. It was exactly sixteen years today that my beloved child had been kidnapped. I turned back to him, "Every day of my life", I tell him tears glistening in my eyes. He nods as he turns to look out a fogged up window. It was now mid December. Around the time my beautiful daughter had been born. My tears started falling. They glistened on the fabric of my royal green dress with its single stripe of orange twisting down the front to signal my status of royalty. If my daughter was here maybe I wouldn't feel the loss of her father so sharply. Our countries were at war.
We needed a Warlock and we needed our princess.
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Yes I know very short, the next update will be longer
-Megan
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Nameless
FantasyThe story of a lost princess, a war and how she finds herself. I know I suck at summaries. It's better than it sounds, I promise.
