Prologue
The wind, flowing through the air as majestically as the birds of prey that ride it, swept past a group of people. But these where no ordinary people, these where elves, and not just elves. There sat a couple, Evander and Islanzidi the king and queen of the elven realm. Sitting next to them was a young couple, and by looks alone you could tell they were humans, they gave of an aura of fear and desperation, while the elves only showed power and confidence.
They sat at the edge of a small clearing, flowers and a small creek flowing through it, and in this clearing could be found two children, one was a human boy with brown eyes flecked with gold and a head of combed, sandy blond hair. The other was an elven girl, with eyes green as a mid-summer leaf, and hair the color of night, draping down her shoulder and between her shoulders in a loose ponytail.
They were playing, running around the clearing and playing tag. Abruptly, the blonde boy tackled the girl to the ground and in a bout of giggles started tickling her. The girl started crying out in laughter and from her lips emerged a sound that was for all intents and purposes, heavenly. The sweetness of wind-chimes had nothing on the girl's laughter, it was joy incarnate.
The four adults sat watching the children for a time, until the human woman started gently crying, small tears running down her cheek as she heard the tinkling of bell-like laughter and the joy on the boy's face as he was pushed away from the girl and continued to run around the clearing, enjoying their game.
"You have convinced me, I will take in your child. But only out of necessity of the situation. If this child where to be found by the mad king-"the elf king started.
"Shhhh" the elven queen cut in. "We don't need to worry about that here and now, we have days to adjust the agreement."
"Your right" answered the human man. "We need to leave soon, but we can afford a few last days with our son, if not that."
The human woman continued to cry, absorbing the situation and conversation for what it was. The loss of her son, the loss of her baby boy. It was not out of want that they leave him with the elves, it was out of need and for the sake of the boy's safety if anything.
As the last rays of sunset fell on the clearing the man picked up a clay square, and with a whisper filled with power ink flowed unto the flat surface, as if emerging from the clay itself. In a picture of perfect clarity sat a young boy and a young girl, sitting together watching the beautiful sunset as the creek flowed behind them and wildflowers surrounded them. A beautiful smile on both of their faces.
