Hey fanfiction! This is my first ever attempt to write a story. I hope you enjoy.
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Prologue
As she walked down the castles corridor that lead to her father's chambers, the young maiden was humming an old lullaby her late mother sung to her as a child before her pasting.
As she approached her father's room she saw that his door was wide open giving off a small light to the corridor. The closer the girl got, the more she heard something unusual. 'Is someone…yelling?' she thought.
"….. If we take them out we can expanded our northern borders and rid the world of those scavenges once and for all!" yelled and tall muscular man wearing a black wolf cloak on his shoulders. He wore a sleeveless gray shirt with black pants and brown fur winter boots. He had one brown leather shoulder guard on his left leaving his right bare. He had straight onyx hair that was neck length, his back was brood and stiff. He had forest green eyes that seemed to be in an emerald blaze as he glared it the elderly man in front of him.
"We cannot lay waste to an entire clan just because of some personal vendetta you have against them Kainan!"
'Kainan! Why is he here?' the green haired sylph thought. She leaned in closer to listen to more.
"But my king they've killed one of our own, surely they must pay for their insolence."
"And they have. They've given us the people responsible and you yourself have given them their punishment, surely their deaths should've quilled your anger towards their tribe."
"She was one of our best warriors and an enforcer of peace for all of the nation! She was even with child at the time, and they… t-they…" Kainan turns toward the fire, unable to finish his statement.
"Foolish men do foolish things" the king explained. "We cannot change what was done in the past, but we can control what will happen for our future. You mustn't linger on that you which cannot change. Focus on that which will make you happy and move forward with your life."
'Father…' she heard those words before. She knew he was talking about when her mother died. Her father had never truly move past her death, but after he threw himself into protecting the kingdom and rising her.
He never spoken a word about her since.
"So… what you're saying is…that you wouldn't help me." Something was wrong. Kainan's voice sounded too clam and… dangerous.
' Then I guess your of no use to me." The next sound young halflin heard was one that she could not place, but she could have sworn something sliced the air between her father and his long friend.