Chapter One
"Mummy, mummy" Arya ran up to her mum and jumped onto to her leg before she could get up.
"What is it Arya?" Islanzadi looked down at her eight year old daughter and sighed inwardly, this was going to be a long conversation.
"Where did I come from?" Arya asked, in a way only eight year olds can come up with.
"From mummy's tummy" Islanzadi replied, knowing full well where this conversation was going.
"But how did I get there" Arya asked, curious and frustrated at the fact that her mother wasn't answering her properly.
"Well, Arya" Islanzadi started. "When a man and a woman love each other very much, they decide that they want to have a child".
"Wow!" Arya looked shell-shocked. "What's love?"
"Love is a feeling someone gets when they like each other very, very much. See I love you Arya".
"Ewww, mummy, I don't want to have a kid with you, I'm only eight" Arya exclaimed, not fully understanding. Islanzadi let out a deep, rich laugh and kissed her daughter's forehead.
"There are different types of love" She explained. Arya looked up at her mother as if to decide whether or not she was telling the truth, then realised that her mother had distracted her from her original line of inquiry.
"You still didn't tell me how you made me with daddy" she directed her mother back to the subject of her choice.
Islanzadi thought for a moment then started whispering in her daughter's pointed ear. All the while Arya's expression changed from one of wonder to disturbance, grotesque and finally, and perhaps the most disturbing of all, longing, which she quickly hid from her mother.
"Wow, thanks for telling me, mum" Arya said breathlessly.
"That's alright, now run along Arya" Islanzadi said lovingly and helped her daughter down.
"Oh I will" Arya said quietly and evilly, with that look of mischief on her face that just screamed that the result of whatever she was going to do wouldn't be good for anyone in the end.
As she neared the clearing where her friends were playing she yelled out to her best friend and older friend,
"Fäolin, can you come here".
As Fäolin walked over she moved back further away from all the other elves around the area, forcing him to follow. Once she judged they were a safe distance from the others, she beckoned and as her twelve year old friend bent down to listen she quickly whispered her idea to him.