Hey guys, If you can't tell this is my first story on fanfiction. I know this is really short, but I had to put it on before I forgot about it. I don't even really know where this story is going to go. If you have ideas or anything review, and tell me. Now it won't take long to read what little there is. Enjoy. And by the way, the title is iffy, like I said, I don't know where I'm going to take this.

Disclaimer: The plot of this story, characters and places are all thought up of by me, as in I didn't steal, and you can't either. The names I found on home.austin./xalt/elfnamesjs.html

Terms to know

Na'tyvin: The most ancient forest in the land of Azaemar. The name means ancient, crystal and storm. The forest is always in a state of winter and the dangers that come with it. Also it hide other far more dangerous things within it.

Zaanis: All the living beings of Azaemar celebrate this day. This is the day of renewal to all of the land. The date of the Zaanis is at the end of Gaelern. And the day before is always freezing with things dying, including magic. At dawn, everything reawakens and all things magical are brought back with renewed force. Also this is when babies start being born.

Azaemar: The land in which this story takes place. It is a place of magic and nature. I actually came up with this one.

Gaelern: The coldest, longest season of Azaemar, which last roughly six months.

Aerari: The season after Gaelern, in which new things are always born into. It lasts about four months.

Seharal: The season which is shortest, about a month. This season is the season of which peace is made with the world, and which the hunters finish and find mates for Gaelern.

The chilled air was still on this cheerless night. In a room of delicate silk sheets, a woman of her late twenties lay very still. A man sat to her right, looking as if the world had been pulled from under his feet. And a small boy, of just six years, wept beside the bed, trying to be as silent as could be. On this tranquil night, the family had been cursed, by no fairy, but by loosing something more precious than any wealth could be.

And this sad night is where we start a tale that will never be told by those in this tale, and that has been found but not discovered. For this tale was lost for a very long time, and not spun out of midair. This here is of true, raw magic; not of tricks and silly little puffs of spark.

Chapter 1

The night mist hid the man as he ran towards a cave deep in the forest of Na'tyvin, the oldest forest in the land. He ran under the crystal-like branches, hoping to get to this one haven before the frozen storm got to him and his duty was put into a perilous position. He tumbled and slipped, yet he dare fall down, with his sore and frosted feet.

As he entered the desolate cave, he scurried as far back into the cave as he could. The bundle in his arms was placed gently onto the ground as he made his way back out into the storm. Not ten minutes later did he come back into his hiding spot carrying a bundle of dry enough twigs and such to start a fire. He almost let loose a few words and closed his lips fast when he realized what he was about to do. He set to work building up a fire large enough to keep the back of the cave warm.

He slid to the ground and grabbed the bundle he had had earlier and muttered one last thing before glazing his mind over in a trance, "Now to wait until the Zaanis, and then I will almost be free."

If you see any mistakes, just message me about them and I'll try to get to them. Thanks for reading this. I know this chapter is kinda random and difficult to rellay get, but it's only the first chapter.