So just a heads up. I started writing this for fun two years ago in the seventh grade and I finished it earlier this year in the ninth grade. So as the story progresses so do my writing skills and use of curse words. So please be patient in the beginning and keep in mind that a seventh grade wrote it. Thanks!

Story One: How Star Elf Arrived

he maiden walked with pride. She was a level fourteen, and thought she would be able to face the dangers of the swamp. She wanted to prove herself, one way or another. Her streaming blue hair was illuminated in the gentle moonlight. Her blessed symbol twinkled under its milky presence.

Being a daughter of a very high esteemed knight, she was adorned in priceless valuables. A brand new silver tiara, a black silk cape with purple trimmings, the highest quality clothes money could buy, (a short black shirt that showed her stomach and black pants) and her favorite gift from her parents, a mithril 2h sword.

Her sapphire eyes twinkled as she looked about her. She was following a dirt trail that winds through the woods. She was very proud of herself for being as smart as to leaving at night. All of the goblins and spiders were asleep or at the Draynor Manor. Excitement at her success came through her as she saw the stone path leading to the stone bridge that came to the wizard's tower. She knew that the swamp was straight ahead off the trail.

She found herself out of the cover of the trees. She could smell the water of the sea and the swamp as she came closer and closer. Pride and glory filled her insides as she saw the fence leading out from one of Lumbridge's walls that marked the beginning of the swamp. She had to hold herself back from running.

But she wasn't that strong at holding herself back. She burst off at full speed around the fence. But to her complete horror a light brown bear stood on its hind legs directly in front of her. It was level 19, much more than she could handle.

Her high pitched screams split the night silence as she tried to run off. She bolted a few feet away but tripped over a root. The bear lunged onto her rearing its claws. Her new sword soon became of no help to her as the bear tore up her cape and drew blood.

She screamed from pain as it ripped through her skin with its mighty claws. Just as it lowered its head to have her as a snack a silver arrow came whizzing out of the darkness striking the bear in the neck.

The bear roared and looked around. It bounded in a circle trying to find the perpetrator. Suddenly two more flew into its side. Then three more. Before long the entire bear was covered in the glistening silver arrows. It fell dead.

After she recovered from shock she began to groan. The pain was unbearable. Her eyesight began to go fuzzy, just as a lean tall man leaned next to her.

"Hang on." He said in a dreamy voice. Then she blacked out.

As her eyelids opened the first thing she saw was a fire. It danced around licking the air with its bright tendrils of flame. Next she took into account of where she was. It was still dark outside, only now there wasn't even light from the moon, only from the fire.

She was lying down on a bear skin blanket. Her head was cushioned by several cushy pillows. A man was sitting by the fire, the same man she saw before she fainted.

"I'm glad you're awake." He said softly looking at her. Trying to stay calm she began to sit up. But the pain jolted through her body forcing her to lie back down.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I am Derrick." He answered picking up a stick to poke the fire, causing it to spew sparks. "And you are?"

"I'm Star Elf." She replied. "Star, for short."

"Well Star, if I may ask, what is a level fourteen doing this far out in the forest at night?"

"In my family we all leave the house at level fourteen and start on greater lives. This was my first day. I thought it would be smarter to come out at night. I guess I was wrong."

"Well, you hurt yourself pretty bad there. Perhaps it was unwise to head right out into the forest."

"I have no where else to go. I'm not welcome at my home."

"You look like you come from a rich family. Where are you from?"

"Falador. My father was a squire for the duke. He was always gone on business so the duke put himself in the position of my father. He always called me his princess."

"I can see by the tiara."

"My tiara! Where is it? Oh no!" she yelped sitting up.

"Relax; I have all of your things. A tiara, a symbol, and a mithril 2h. Your cape was kind of destroyed."

"I can live with that."

"Is your symbol blessed?"

"Yes."

"Who blessed it for you?"

"I don't know his name. It was some priest I found on the side of the street. His leg was stuck in a wagon wheel. I helped him out and he gave it to me. That was when I was a level seven. So where are you from?"

"Uh," he sighed "Well, everywhere I guess. My parents lived in Karamja when my mother became pregnant. But the climate there and the food are not good for babies. It was too late for my older brother; he was an unhealthy little boy. Anyways, they moved to Port Sarim just before I was born. Since they had lived in a shack on the island, we had no money. It is too cold in Port Sarim to build your own home to live in so we had to live in the back of a grocery store where my dad worked.

"When I was about level five we had saved up enough money to move out, thank the lord. We lived in Draynor for a time until my father died. My mother had to go to work sewing silk in the desert so we up and moved. By this time my brother and I were old enough to make our own money fishing. Soon we found we could make a lot of money selling cow hides. We would head out of the desert and grab some, then come back and sell them in the bank. Then there was the accident."

"What happened?" she asked.

"My mother had to work over time and she was very tired. She took a short cut home and stumbled across a giant scorpion. She got stung in the leg. She became paralyzed from the waist down. She had to give up her job and we had to give up the greatest house we had ever lived in.

"So we moved into the top story of the scimitar shop. My brother and I had to work full time getting cow hides just to support us. Sometimes we would have to stay there over night just to buy breakfast. I guess we neglected our mother too much. She died after about a year. No one could figure out how, but I know why, a broken heart.

"So my brother and I decided we could live in the small stone building next to the cow herds. We made a good living off of cow hides. The only things we had to buy were new clothes every couple months, swords, and tinder boxes to cook food. We saved up until I was level 30. Then we moved into a small cottage in Varrock. It's small, but it sleeps three, has a garden in the back, and has a kitchen. We have been saving up to buy the five bedrooms next door. We're really close to it too."

"Your life is so interesting. I wish I had all of the experiences you had. But I guess you wish half of those things never happened."

"I wouldn't trade those memories for anything. My family might have been poor, but my parents were the kindest people I have ever known."

"They sound like nice people."

"Nice is an understatement. My father worked so hard just to give us a dessert once a week. But enough about me. How are you feeling?"

"Not good. I hurt a lot. My clothes are ruined. I have no where to go. I'm weak. I'm not in the best mood right now." Just as she finished her sentence she blacked out again.

Derrick looked at her pristine body. She really was beautiful. He liked the clueless, innocent essence to her. He couldn't just leave her here, as he was planning. He was becoming attached.

He stood up and began to pace, searching his options. If he left her another bear would probably come along and finish her off. He could bring her to Lumbridge, there had to be someone there to take care of her.

The townspeople were his first thought. No, they were too poor to take another person. The duke has the same beliefs that level fourteens need to be off on their own. She wouldn't last long in an abandon building, having lived in a castle for so long. Of course, she could get a job at the general store and live upstairs. It was perfect.

He looked over at her. Then he realized he didn't want to leave her with someone else. He wanted to bring her with him wherever he went. He began to pace again.

"How is that supposed to work?" he questioned. "It is a long walk from here to Varrock; she will never be able to handle it. I guess I could carry her. I could at least until Lumbridge. Then I can hire a couple of townspeople to carry my things and I can carry her the rest of the way. But do I have enough money to take care of someone else? Ugh, I'll have to hunt a lot. I'll have to teach her to hunt. But she's worth it. Plus Dedrick can get a job. Dedrick! How can I forget about him? It's not like he'll object to it, he'd welcome her with open arms. I'll just have to keep an eye on her."

TBC

So this is the first half of the first chapter. I would have put the whole first chapter up but it was like, 3,000 words and I like to keep chaps down in the thousands. I'll put up more if I don't get a bunch of, "Gosh, this sucks" reviews. God bless and thanks for reading!