Author's Note: Yes, Bethany Obwee is my character. But please do not pm me in game to be in my story or send flames if you're going to type like you can't spell-- for instance no: "OMG WTF?!" or "plz plz plzzzzz can i b in it!?". But you can message me in guild wars if you wanna keep in touch and i'm fine with constructive critisism. Thanks and enjoy my first ever fan-fiction.

Chapter 1: The beginning of the End

Eighteen-year-old Bethany aroused from her bed on a cold, windy day. The sunlight shown through the fading curtains, and when she looked out the window, she could see the leaves falling from the beautiful, Ascalonian trees around her family's large manor. It was the first day of the year and the Season of the Zephyr, dedicated to air. Her parents were about to ship her off to her great-aunt Nelly's farm. She wasn't exactly too thrilled about it as you can probably guess, and was not just sad, but she was furious.

It all started a few weeks ago. Her mother, Florence, and her father, Gregory were finally retiring from Ascalon's military forces after many years of fighting bloody battles in the Guild Wars, which finally ended after 57 years of war! There was a great feast in honor of these two great heroes since their mesmer prowess's helped win many battles. At the party, Bethany's brother, George, and her sister, Cecilia, were discussing their futures as great mesmers. (They were both older than she was and George was the oldest, so you can imagine the ridicule she had to go through!) Bethany was having a good time in her blue, silk dress until her family told her, what she thought was, the grave news.

Her mother pulled her aside into the hall so that they could have a "family talk". Her father spoke first. He said "My dear Bethany, as you know your siblings are finished with their hero training and they will embark on their journey as aspiring mesmers. But, we're not sure about sending you to become a mesmer…" "What! What do you mean?" she interrupted. Her sister scolded her, "Well if you stayed quiet, you'd find out!" "Anyways," Gregory continued, "your mother and I are really worried about sending our last child to become a hero, since Charr threats are escalating more than ever in Ascalon. If you do not understand your magic, the Charr will rip you apart with their claws, bite you with their fangs, stomp on you with their huge feet, and burn you to a crisp with fire!" "But, I want to destroy the Charr, not fear them! No one can stop me!" Bethany wailed. Florence could hold her tongue no longer and she said, "This is not a joke young lady! You will not start your training until King Adelbern confirms he needs more heroes to be trained. I already gave up two of my children for this 'fight' that Prince Rurik keeps warning us about, and I won't give up my last if I don't have to! You will learn how to work for what you want because I am going to send you to work on your great-aunt Nelly's farm until this nonsense blows over! This decision is final!" George wanted to console his sister before she said something that would make Mother paint her back red, so he quickly added, "I'm so sorry dear Sister, but we all agreed that we wanted you to get proper training instead of being rushed into battle before you are ready. The mesmer is the hardest of the six Tyrian professions mesmer, warrior, elementalist, ranger, monk, and necromancer to master. You'll surely hurl your self and your friends into chaos if you don't take your time learning. We're only doing this because we all care about you deeply, and we need to take you to a safe place!" "Exactly!" Cecilia added menacingly. Bethany started to calm down, her anger turned into tears, and she said, "Fine!" Bethany couldn't help but to act childish, she lost the one thing she wanted. With her dreams of being a mesmer seemingly ruined, she marched to her room and cried through the entire party.

And today was the day she was going to leave for the farm while her siblings were off becoming strong heroes. She thought to herself as she looked out the window: Why must a morning as gorgeous as this be so sad? I would rather die a brave heroine than a pathetic farm girl! I wish I could kill all those foul monsters for ruining my whole life! She held back her tears and brushed her long hair. After that, she pinned her hair up in a bun with her favorite glass hairpin that she wore every day and had it for as long as she remembered. She hadn't bothered with packing because she knew that the hag, as she liked to call Nelly nowadays, would supply her with filthy work rags. She would not need to bring make-up or a brush for she would become caked in dirt and dung from tending to the animals and soil. Beauty did not seem possible on a farm to Bethany, even though she loved her beauty so much. The only thing she would bring with her was that hairpin to keep the hair out of her eyes and for something to remind her of home. The maids will come to dress me any minute! I am sure they will have smirks on their hideous faces as they drag me down to breakfast, she thought to her self.

The maids, Elizabeth and Neva, rushed into her room saying, "Good morning, Miss Bethany," unnervingly in unison. Bethany merely snorted to show her disdain to their dishonest greeting as they put on her best blue dress. As they did this, she thought, Good idea, annoy me by making me take my beautiful dress to a farm, only to be ruined! This was the worst day of her life and they think wearing her favorite color will make her feel better!

After the maids nearly pushed her down the stairs to get her to go to breakfast, her mother and her father gave her a big hug when she reached the dining room table. "I hope you slept well last night," said her mother. Bethany didn't say a single word to her as she poked her bowl of porridge with a spoon. Then her father said," Cecilia and George wished they could see you this morning, but they left to begin their travels last night. They wish you the best." Bethany remained silent as the grave throughout the entire meal, no matter what her parents said.

The carriage arrived to take her to the hag's farm, and the maids shoved her into it like their lives depended on it! What they didn't know was that soon, Bethany wouldn't have to worry about the farm anymore…