The Aielind Chronicles: Journey

Chapter Two: Dias

Dias closed the Pyk's bedroom door and leaned up against it with a solemn sigh.

"Nia, where are you?" She quietly whispered to herself.

As tears began to fill her eyes, her last memory of Nia began to flood her mind. She could see her sister sitting at her window looking out at the city below. Dias sat down next to her and took in the view. Islagroth truly was beautiful. From Nia's window everything could be seen. The two rings of water that made their territory the unique beauty it was, glistened a brilliant shade of azure. She could faintly see merchants, homes, shops and people of Islagroth littered on the center island. The grass and farm fields shimmered radiant colors of emerald and gold beyond the city and second ring.

"What are you thinking about?" Dias asked her little sister.

"Can I ask you something?" Nia replied. Dias reached over and began to stroke her sisters auburn hair lovingly.

"You can ask me anything."

"What do you think of Elwyns?" She asked. The question confused Dias.

"Well Nia, I think they are very useful creatures. They build, they farm, they serve and so all sorts of things that help benefit Elf-kind."

Nia continued to look out her window. She watched as citizens and their Elwyns scurried past like little insects. "Where did they come from?"

Dias couldn't help but chuckle to herself. "Nia, you know just as well as I do."

"Tell me again?" Her sister asked.

"Well, a long time ago, when the world was new. The Goddess birthed eight children. There was Night, High, Sun, Moon, Wood, Snow, Avarial, and Wild. One day her chil..." Dias was cut short.

"No I just want you to tell me where they came from. I dont want a history lesson." Her sisters eyes were intense and focused. As if she was driven by something. Though that could just have been the way they always her. Nia's eyes were the envy of many. They were a deep dark turquoise, with flecks of amber. When you looked into them, you felt lost. As if you had fallen down a hole and crawled out into some new mysteriously wonderful backwards realm of impossibilities.

Dias smiled at her younger sister. "The history is what makes this important. Now, let me finish." Just as Dias began to continue finish her history lesson, warning bells began to ring.

The two sisters looked out the window to see forty or fifty Elwyns storming Islagroth. "Close the windows and stay in here." Dias commanded as she ran out of Nias chamber.

"Dias?" A voice pulled the princess from her memory. She looked over to find the origin of the voice. It was Edrahil. "Thinking about Nia?" The small Elf said while shuffling his feet. The princess nodded her head solemnly.

"I just, wish I knew where she was Edrahil." She said with a quiver in her voice. The Elf boy sympathetically touched her arm. "Edrahil I need to talk to my father about the rescue team for Nia. Would you like to come?"

A smile grew across the young Elf's face. Edrahil nodded and the two went to visit Dias' father, the Chief.

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Chief Harrow was a handsome fellow. He was tall and thin. Like mostly every other Elf in the High Clan, he had a long angular face. His auburn hair flowed neatly down past his collarbone and over his shoulders. A golden circlet sat atop his head. The most intriguing aspect about the Chief were his eyes. They were intense, yet sensitive. If you looked into his irises it would seem as if a brutal storm and a beautiful rainbow were intertwining with one another in a brilliant battle. Each trying to gain the upper hand.