Okay, just know that lot of the spells that Verity will be using will either be made up or from different anime/games. Main game they will be from are probs WoW (World of Warcraft). Just wanted you to know! So yea.. I obviously don't own any of the spells from WoW but I do own the ones I make up! Sooo.. Yea! I'll tell you later which spells are from where (my imagination or a game). OH! The calendar I'll be using in his story is actually the Calendar for Auldrant from Tales of the Abyss. Since ToS doesn't go into detail about the calendar for Aselia, I decided to just use Auldrant's with a few minor changes to accommodate ToS. Sorry that the prologue is short. Future chapters will be a lot longer.
Verity's pov
"Arcane Missiles!" I cast the spell, directing it towards the wolf across from me. I watched with a satisfied smirk as the monster died before slowly turning into nothing. My back turned to it before I continued onward. My destination being Izoold. At the moment, I was between Hima and the bridge that would lead me to the small town of Izoold. My current plan was to reach the bridge by nightfall, sleep, then reach Izoold in the afternoon of the next day. If I were to be any later, I'd miss the Chosen and her group.
Ever since the Tower of Salvation appeared I've been traveling to find the Chosen. I wanted to help her. I was sick of staying at home, being rejected by everyone just because I'm a half-elf. Not able to leave my home without being persecuted. At least if I helped the Chosen, I'd be doing something good with my life, rather than sitting at home, miserable. Granted, there's still a chance that the Chosen won't even let me accompany her. Half-elves after all aren't the most loved people in the world.. We're judged for our heritage.. Something we can't change.. It disgusts me.
That night, I stopped at the bridge, just as I planned before making camp. A small fire and a sleeping bag were set up for my night before I sat against a tree, journal in hand.
Undine Decan, Sylphday
It's been four days since I left Asgard. Tomorrow I should reach Izoold and I'll hopefully be able to confront the chosen and her companions. I really hope she lets me help them..! I'm exceptionally good at fighting with my sword. I'm clever. I'm kind.. Sure, I might be a little quiet from time to time and a bit more antisocial than most.. But I mean, I'm fifteen. Who isn't at my age? Really the only thing that could keep her from letting me join her is the fact that I'm a half-elf.. It all depends on whether she discriminates or not.. Or if her companions do… I suppose I can't worry about it now though. It all depends on what happens tomorrow.. I wonder if Father would agree with me doing this.. With me asking to join them. I know my mom would. I remember her being so kind and loving before she died. She'd tell me to go for it. Go and try to befriend them. Not everyone discriminates against half-elves… Dad on the other hand.. He'd probably lock me up in my old room. Not letting me out and just continuing on with his work as if I was even there.. But, I suppose I shouldn't worry about what they would think. Mom is dead… Dad and I haven't talked in so long… I've been hiding from him and my Uncle for years now. I shouldn't worry about what my family would think of me at this point.. All that matters is a brighter future for myself all depends on what happens tomorrow.
With a sigh, I closed the journal and put it back in my bag before laying down. My eyes rested on the sky, staring at the stars before my eyes began to droop. The last thing my eyes caught was a shooting star, flying through the sky before I fell into a deep sleep.
I wish for a world without discrimination.
Arcane Missiles is an attack from World of Warcraft. Thanks for reading!