Yerathiel Lunarie is a princess from a powerful elven kingdom. Her home and family have been wiped out and she grows up not fully knowing who she is until after her 100th name-day.
Now she has to survive in the outside world, running from hunters w...
A/N: I'm finally back with another chapter! Man, this one was extremely hard to write, especially since I made longer in compensation for the weeks I didn't publish. It's five Word pages long. Reminder: "=========" indicates a skip in time.
[Disclaimer: The picture above is not mine! And this chapter contains some violence as the end is a fight scene, so read at your own risk.]
Glossary:
*Avlan: Elvish for "Thank you/my thanks". (Casual)
*Elfling: Diminutive form for 'elf'.
*Lareth: Elvish term for a male.
*Lelith: Elvish term for a young female.
*Sova'ni: Elvish title "The protector/Protector".
[BrunuhVille: Spirit of the Wild]
A few days had passed filled with exploring Tungsten. It contrasted greatly with Vigil. Its main industry was mining, processing and sale of iron, copper, gold, silverite, silver, diamonds and many more precious gems and minerals, making it the third-biggest mining settlement in Vleotora.
Yerathiel lightly held the poster in her hand as she watched the crowd of people stream past her. The little girl she had met when she first arrived in Miralkol had given her the poster that announced the arrival of a circus of magic. The circus was situated in the Market District, past the Jewel District. Merchants shouted out their wares left and right along both sides of the winding narrow street. Every merchant sold some kind of precious gemstone or jewel. Some of the pieces were beautifully cut into intricate shapes, showing off different shades of colour.
Her heart hammered in her chest with excitement. Traveling plays and circuses hardly ever came by Vigil. In her years of living there, she had only seen four plays, not counting the ones performed by the village bards.
She took a deep breath and stepped into the throng of people. She did her best not to trip over others' feet or get hit in the head by one of the sculpted jewels. Vendors shoved their merchandise at her, trying to persuade her to part with her gold. She wearily waved them off.
[Here are several pictures of what the gems look like]
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