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Chapter 1

Many night elves, when born, are destined to be great warriors. While some go with mage, some go with rogue, druid is the class many prefer to learn and master. One can be vicious like a wolf, one can be strong like a bear, and one can soar high like a crow. Being able to shapeshift is considered to be a gift from nature. But only few can truly master the art of shapeshifting.

Not only taking form of animals, some can become a tree in aid of healing and some can take on the legendary Moonkin form and master the power of astral. As a young druid grows up, he or she must face many challenges in the way. Surviving alone deep in the woods, living with an animal family to learn about it, harnessing the power of the sun and the moon, these are just little steps of becoming a great druid.

When entering adulthood, the elves are open to the world outside their homeland, Teldrassil. They can leave and go out on their adventure or stay and teach the newer generations and help purifying Teldrassil. And with some last favors, the young are now free.

Saying goodbye to her parents once again, she began her day right away. Unlike other women, she insisted on going outside into the real world. While both of her parents chose to stay and worked before meeting with each other, adventuring is more fun for her. And this day will open her real adventure.

The wind blew, leaves strewn all over the road. It was a good day for her, and the weather seemed to be happy about it. After a walk from her home in Dalanaar to Shadowglen, she met with her quest giver for many young elves. And after some minutes of talking, she set off to work.

"Now go and thin their numbers or the other creatures will suffer. Just don't let them sink their fangs into you." Ilthalaine gave his task to her for his training.

It has been raining heavily in spring this year. This caused some beasts to flourish while others suffered. And so, the nightsaber numbers grew too large and began to harm others. In order to balance the system, ending some of their breath will do. Luckily, they are not as dangerous as other animals out there. This might be a cakewalk for her.

With some searching, she managed to find a pack of them. Not so far from her people, if anything went wrong, she could run back to them. Observing carefully, she noticed eight of them in total. For the population in Shadowglen, eight is enough to lessen their threat for days; other new adventurers will take care for the rest of the spring. Reaching behind her for her wooden staff, she began charging solar power from the sun into the staff.

'Forgive me...' she muttered to herself before she swung her staff when the tip glowed to its fullness. A ball of sun ray emanated from it and flew towards one of the saber, disappearing as it was absorbed into the body. The saber was then knocked backward by the jolt before scrambling up again. The others noticed but before they could turn to face their attacker, another ball of light crashed into another one of them. The group then growled before charging at the young druid.

Conjuring solar and lunar power is her favorite as she can deal with her problems at long range and it is effective too. While she can shapeshift, she chose not as it doesn't fit her style unless in some certain situations. And she isn't familiar with the Moonkin form yet.

She continued to fling light balls at the sabers as they charged at her, knocking them over until four of them were half the way. Two more flew backward before one more followed. Finally one managed to caught up to her but when it reached her, it stopped suddenly. The attacker just faded into thin air, leaving them confused. It sniffed for a while, knowing she was there, it couldn't find her and walked back to the wounded pack.

A beam of light stabbed its eyes as it turned back again, but it was too late. A great heat rumbled in its body and knocked it backward. Getting up again, it saw unbelievable sight; the elf didn't move at all. But with the great pain jolting all over the body, halting it from moving, it accepted its fate.

In front of her were eight lifeless bodies of nightsaber. Looking from outside, one might not see any sign of fighting but their insides were roasted. Without hesitating, the young elf walked towards them and took out a small blade.

With some slicing, she got eight pairs of saber fangs in her bag; as a proof for her trainer. Standing up, she whispered some prayers to her victims before they slowly faded away. Who knows what magic did that or by the power of Elune, it kept Teldrassil free of unpleasant sight. Without much thinking, she strolled back to Ilthalaine.

On the way, she saw familiar sight from her childhood. She used to come and play in Shadowglen with other young elves hundreds years ago; around ten years in human age. She didn't come here for a long time when she started to study about druid. But things haven't changed much at all, thistle boar running around, nightsaber chasing each other, cruel grells that used to pick on her before.

By the time she was thinking, she already reached her trainer with a huntress and a priestess on their nightsaber mount. She could hear them talking about the corruption of Teldrassil when it should have already been purified some time ago but some will always linger. When he noticed her, Ilthalaine informed the riders about her becoming a full druid this year but won't be much aid to the purification. Before taking their leave, the priestess gave her some blessings whether to stay and help cleansing the new world tree or leaving for her own destiny.

"Study well; we may need your aid for the next time if you stay here, though." Priestess Dentaria said to her before riding her nightsaber away with the huntress. Turning her attention to waiting elf, she pulled out the fangs from her bag before handing them to him. He took a look at them and nodded as a sign of approval before taking them for future decorations. Sighing, he was ready to give her a task again.

"As you have heard, the corruption of Teldrassil was never cleansed. But you are planning on leaving and go out to the world. Before you go, I would like you to gather some fel moss from the grelkins to the west of us. It would be useful information… and also you should check out with Melithar, he seems to be upset lately." said Ilthalaine as he nodded his head in the direction where two figures were sitting on a bench.

Knowing what to do, the she elf went over to them, finding a druid sitting with his head in his hands while the other was soothing him. She went closer until they noticed her before they made up again. The druid seemed to be Melithar while the woman beside him was someone she knew.

"Miss Dirania, is there something I can help?" Asked the young druid, the woman she didn't meet for some time.

"Yes darling. Melithar has a problem, not me. You should talk to him yourself." Dirania said to her, one of the children she had taken care of when they came and played in Shadowglen at young age. When the young went and trained in their class, Dirania didn't see them lately anymore. Lucky enough, she found her on the way to Dalanaar which kept them in contact once then.

"Well, the problem is simple. The food bags had been stolen by some grelkins and one of my students went after to get it and he didn't come back for a night now. If you are going west, then please do me a favor; find my bags and my student too." the druid said to her before sighing and covering his face in his hands again. With no time to waste, the young elf nodded to Dirania before departing to the grells camp.

It was almost noon now and the sun was shining brightly. Light reflected from leaves and grass, granting Shadowglen a breathtaking sight. Everything was beautiful until she sensed something foul. Stopping and looking around, she knelt down to see that the soil emanated dark glow and it smelt foul too.

'Corruption…' she thought to herself before getting up and continued to go west. She then came upon a row of tall bushes which grew over her head. She didn't remember seeing them before she took her druid training seriously. But plants grow all the time though.

Slowly, the elf took a step forward and pulled her arms out to part the leaves out. She could hear a campfire and some laughing around it. Finally, she saw it; the grell camp. Grells are smaller type of grelkin and are less mischievous, but a group of them can be a threat. She saw five of them sitting around the fire with some bags beside them. They opened the bags and pulled out some food out of them; Melithar's bags.

'These bastards!' Without waiting, she jumped out from the bush; surprising some of them. As they were dropping the bags and getting up, she raised her staff up and casted entangling roots. One of them got caught and was out of the fight. Focusing on the intruder, the rest of them charged forward to her, baring their fangs and claws on the way.

Noon at last, solar power was fully charged. Burning them using wrath might destroy the items she needed and could burn the bags if they dodge. Instead, she raised her staff up and using her energy to condense the light above. When one of the creatures came close to her, it was greeted by a light pillar in front of the way; dazed before the roots caught its feet. Two more jumped at her, only to meet with a hard swing of wood to their head; knocked out cold.

Now walking to the bounded ones and finishing the job, unconscious bodies of grells lay around the fire as if they were sleeping instead. Kneeling down and cleaning up the mess, the bags were packed again and ready to be turned in; saving for other camps as they would be emptied already. She got up with the bags around her waist and started searching for fel moss but she counted the bodies again.

"One two three… four. Wait… didn't I see-" The druid was cut off by a shriek behind her. Turning around but it was too late; claws are about to rip her face off. Despite how weak the monster is, but a hit to a vital part when unprepared could deal some damage. Time seemed to slow down for her, seeing every moment as the hand were about to connect to her face. But she saw something behind the demon; a shiny sparkle stabbed her eyes from behind the grells tent.

Then time went back to normal, the grell was blasted right pass her face. Turning back to see it lay on the ground; dead. While there were no sign on injuries, she could tell by the power it was hit by; druid's wrath.

She heard the tent opened and footsteps behind her. Spinning quickly, she saw an astonishing sight; or perhaps an amused one. A druid was standing in front of the tent; his robe and his hair were in mess. Mud smeared all over his head and face, patches of grass could be seen along his body. It looked like he had fallen into a muddy hole or tripped down over unlucky places.

But she looked at him carefully, even his hair was in mess, it still shone out green as the same as hers. His eyes were glowing yellow orbs much like her, was he a replica of her in opposite gender? And he was the first to break the silence.

"Sorry for making you into this mess. Those are Melithar's bags I was looking for but it was already done then." he said in a low, guilty voice while dropping his head and scratching it.

'This must be his missing student' she thought. Even him failing the mission, she wanted to thank him for saving her or her face would be missing. Before she could speak, he cut her off first.

"The story is, I was walking to the camp and didn't take his task seriously and so I was caught off guard. A slap of its paw to the head knocked the wind out of me for a night I think. Then I guess, they were having fun with me and put me in the tent. I woke up in time to see that one attacking you and took my revenge and that was all about it." he explained his story before sighing and shaking his head before raising his gaze up again as he remembered something.

"Oh, and the name is Nariandria or just Narian. What about yours?"

"Shaurelyrina"