Silvea is a 14 year old elf attended Foxfire. Her life has unraveled for the past few months but it really brings her to her knees when she learn an important secret for her legacy.
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" I've never seen such a lovely head piece!" Silvea twirled around, letting her lovely dark blue dress twirl, as she watched the shimmering crystals shine in the sun " Come now, Silvea. I must introduce you to a few people." Lady Keella clasped on a light blue cape that had her Arthalla crest on it " Where did you get this?" Silvea traced her finger around the paw, the ice design felt cool " Is this... Real?" She looked down at it " Yes. We only give such crests to the worthy." Silvea continued to trace the crest. She stopped at the blades, they were sharp & loose. So, she tried to take one off. It came straight off, one turned into a dagger, it pointed out & was about the same size as her head. The other turned into a sword, it looked sharp enough to slice through a tree on the first try. " I only took off one." She looked at the swords in her hands " It comes out with both. You will learn how to use them." Lady Keella's hair was curlier now " Where are we?" She spun around, letting her dress hit the sun.
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