Chap 1
It was a dull summer morning. But only in the skies color, you could never really have a dull moment a Cydon palace. Erin was sitting at the breakfast table muttering into her breakfast. She was wearing her blue outfit that Stri made her wear on certain occasions. She had on her crown with her hair running down her shoulders. Her auburn brown hair had grown long since the last day of school let out. She scuffed the bottoms of her soft boots on the floor, her tiny feet making squeaking noises. She gazed at her reflection on the polished table. Her elvish ears poked out of her hair, her freckles had increased, and her eyes were that same ice blue, the same as her mothers. Her mother was an elf, and like all elves, Erin could see people in the dark, it was one of her many abilities. Stri looked up from across the table. "Erin, what are you doing? Don't get your breakfast on your dress! Today's your birthday and the day you need to be presented!" he snapped. She sighed. That's right today is my 16th birthday. Knowing Stri I won't even get to see my friends. She sighed again. "Stri I'm not very hungry, can I go to the throne room yet? I want to get this over with." Strider, whose real name is Aragorn, looked at his tiny sister in disbelief. He stood up, his towering muscular body at 5' 11" loomed over her small size of 5'2". "You, not hungry?!? Do you feel okay?" Strider asked anxiously. She smiled "Stri, I'm okay. I just want; I mean I'm just a little nervous that's all." Since one of her ancestors was hobbit, she had inherited the shortness, and big appetite (not to mention a liking for ale). Stri looked down on the petite girl, and love and compassion filled his eyes. She was his only family left and he loved his little sister very much. "All right, it's probably time to go any way. They're probably calling us right now." She took his arm and they walked down to the throne room.
It was a dull summer morning. But only in the skies color, you could never really have a dull moment a Cydon palace. Erin was sitting at the breakfast table muttering into her breakfast. She was wearing her blue outfit that Stri made her wear on certain occasions. She had on her crown with her hair running down her shoulders. Her auburn brown hair had grown long since the last day of school let out. She scuffed the bottoms of her soft boots on the floor, her tiny feet making squeaking noises. She gazed at her reflection on the polished table. Her elvish ears poked out of her hair, her freckles had increased, and her eyes were that same ice blue, the same as her mothers. Her mother was an elf, and like all elves, Erin could see people in the dark, it was one of her many abilities. Stri looked up from across the table. "Erin, what are you doing? Don't get your breakfast on your dress! Today's your birthday and the day you need to be presented!" he snapped. She sighed. That's right today is my 16th birthday. Knowing Stri I won't even get to see my friends. She sighed again. "Stri I'm not very hungry, can I go to the throne room yet? I want to get this over with." Strider, whose real name is Aragorn, looked at his tiny sister in disbelief. He stood up, his towering muscular body at 5' 11" loomed over her small size of 5'2". "You, not hungry?!? Do you feel okay?" Strider asked anxiously. She smiled "Stri, I'm okay. I just want; I mean I'm just a little nervous that's all." Since one of her ancestors was hobbit, she had inherited the shortness, and big appetite (not to mention a liking for ale). Stri looked down on the petite girl, and love and compassion filled his eyes. She was his only family left and he loved his little sister very much. "All right, it's probably time to go any way. They're probably calling us right now." She took his arm and they walked down to the throne room.
