Arelle
Author's Notes: This fanfic is about a girl in a world based somewhat loosely on the Online RPG game, EverQuest. There are many things in this story that aren't actually in EverQuest, one of the main ones is that in this fic children don't get magical abilities until they're ten or eleven. If they join a guild or have someone teach them magic at that age or later, they can harness their power and use it. Most can't use their magic at all until someone teaches them how, but the girl in this fic is able to use it without it having been taught to her. The problem is that she hasn't been taught to control it. Enjoy the fic, and please email me if you like it!
Disclaimers: I do not own EverQuest. I do own the words in this story, as well as the characters. Do not use them without permission.
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When Arelle's mother, Arellia, died giving birth to twins, Arella and Arelle, her father fell into a deep depression. He moved back to the area where his mother-in-law, Tillima, lived, and she helped him raise her grandchildren from then on.
Although it was hard on Arelle and her sister to be brought up by a father who was constantly depressed and a grandmother who was really getting too old to do much for them, Arelle and Arella were very happy children when they were young, and well loved among the community. As Tillima was a well- respected, as well as wealthy, member of the community, the sisters soon also became respected members of the community. They were friends with the most influential people of the city, and were very popular, not only because of their charming manners and kindness, but also because they were very beautiful. One of them alone stood out in a crowd, but together they lit up a room. Their long, beautiful golden hair and their matching emerald eyes, along with their gracious smiles, definitely made them the two most popular girls in that area of Felwithe.
The only problem was, Arelle, the younger of the twins, was not quite as pretty and not quite as charming, and as time drew on and they spent less time being together when they went places, Arella became more popular than Arelle. Arelle received few compliments alone, she mostly only received them when she was together with Arella. She was constantly behind Arella in everything, from magic to housework. She loved her sister dearly, but felt a deep jealousy of her. Though Arelle never told anyone or made it obvious, Arella had a feeling she felt this way, and, being the sweet, loving sister she was, tried to compliment Arelle whenever she could.
Still, even though she gained encouragement from her sister, Arelle couldn't help but notice how Arella's sweet, gentle, and more out-going nature drew people to her, while Arelle stood in the background. She began to spend more time alone, having few friends, and ever fewer true friends. Then she began to miss her mother. She had never had a mother before, since she had died giving birth, but Arelle supposed this was the time a mother would be most needed. She had found something to be sad about, and she dwelled on it. She spent all day at her grandmother's, having her grandmother tell her stories of her mother. Now she had an excuse to be sad, and she cried every night. She spent very little time with her friends now, and they all began to find new friends who devoted more time to their friendship. Arelle started to push everyone she loved away from her, but what she really wanted was for everyone to come back and say she was good! That she was just as good as her sister, or better, and that she was just as charming and kind.
Unfortunately, they didn't. This caused Arelle to become mad at her friends and family, to be mad at life in general. She began to have fits of anger, and when she got in these fits, things around her, their flow upset by her strong negative-feeling magic, burst into flame. Her magic was becoming strong, but she was unable to control it. When rumors got around what Arelle did, people became afraid of her. They began to avoid her even more, and this made her even more mad. Even her grandmother and father were slightly afraid of this new power she had, though they tried desperately to hide it. The only one who truly wanted to help her was her sister Arella, but Arelle avoided Arella even more when she started to talk about helping her.
One day while walking in the market alone to fetch some things for her grandmother, she overheard a boy her age talking to his friend about herself and Arella. He said that he was in love with Arella, but that he was afraid to come to her house because of her dangerous sister. This made Arelle so mad that she had a fit of anger right there in the market, a barrel of hay burst into flames, followed by a basket of flour. When Arelle realized what she had done, she ran off, hoping no one had seen her, but many people did, including the boy and his friend.
The next morning the mayor of the area came to Arelle's house. He began to speak with her father. She heard them talking about her as she listened from her room. The mayor said that many people were afraid of Arelle. That they were afraid for their safety, for if this 12-year-old could cause such a disturbance when her magic was just coming to her, imagine what havoc she could cause in just a few years. He said the people wanted something done about this, and fast.
Arelle knew that all she had been doing in the last few years was causing trouble for her family. She wanted to get rid of this habit, this negative magic that made people afraid of her. But she didn't know how. She thought it was impossible, and that she would have to live with this curse her whole life. So, she ran away. Taking plenty of food and only a few of her possessions, a few spell books, her dagger, and a staff, she packed her pack full of these things. She left a note for her family, telling them that she would no longer be a bother to them, and that if she ever learned how to control her magic enough that she wouldn't cause a trouble anymore, she would return home.
Arelle's POV
Now that the note was finished, all she had to do was leave. But she didn't know where to go! Anywhere was fine, really. Anywhere away from here. Although she tried to deny it in her mind, she knew she was afraid. Norath was a dangerous place, with evil lurking everywhere, and although she could do some magic, mostly she would just have to run from anything that attacked her. Greater Faydark looked like the best place to go. Maybe she would even stop at the Wood Elf city, Kelethin. She heard it was made in the trees. Can you imagine a town in the trees? Although it made her curious and excited to think about it, it also made her think of how much more dignified and superior the High Elves were to the Wood Elves. But right now she felt quite as low as the Wood Elves, and she knew she'd be lucky if they accepted her.
Now she just had to get out of the city, but the only way out was by the gates, and there was no way the guards would let a little girl out into the dangerous forest of Greater Faydark alone. She would have to create a distraction. She had a plan, she just hoped it would work. She ran till the gates to Faydark were in view, than she stepped behind a building where no one could see her. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. Then she suddenly ran towards the guards yelling. They looked at her, wondering what she was doing. "GUARDS!" She yelled, panting heavily, "ORCS! THEY'VE COME THROUGH THE OTHER GATE!" She yelled at them as she faked a terrified look. They looked at each other and nodded. They ran towards the other gate, yelling for her to stay here. She knew they must have believed her because of her rich clothing. Her clothing told everyone around her that she was rich and respectable. Everyone that heard what Arelle had said started to panic. Arelle was a little displeased, she didn't mean to upset the whole town. But she had to do this. She had to get out of here.
She looked back at the city. She knew she'd probably never see it again. But it was too late to go back now. She had made up her mind, and she sure wasn't going to give up now. She ran out the gates, into the dark, gloomy woods of Greater Faydark.
End of Prologue.
Author's Notes: This fanfic is about a girl in a world based somewhat loosely on the Online RPG game, EverQuest. There are many things in this story that aren't actually in EverQuest, one of the main ones is that in this fic children don't get magical abilities until they're ten or eleven. If they join a guild or have someone teach them magic at that age or later, they can harness their power and use it. Most can't use their magic at all until someone teaches them how, but the girl in this fic is able to use it without it having been taught to her. The problem is that she hasn't been taught to control it. Enjoy the fic, and please email me if you like it!
Disclaimers: I do not own EverQuest. I do own the words in this story, as well as the characters. Do not use them without permission.
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When Arelle's mother, Arellia, died giving birth to twins, Arella and Arelle, her father fell into a deep depression. He moved back to the area where his mother-in-law, Tillima, lived, and she helped him raise her grandchildren from then on.
Although it was hard on Arelle and her sister to be brought up by a father who was constantly depressed and a grandmother who was really getting too old to do much for them, Arelle and Arella were very happy children when they were young, and well loved among the community. As Tillima was a well- respected, as well as wealthy, member of the community, the sisters soon also became respected members of the community. They were friends with the most influential people of the city, and were very popular, not only because of their charming manners and kindness, but also because they were very beautiful. One of them alone stood out in a crowd, but together they lit up a room. Their long, beautiful golden hair and their matching emerald eyes, along with their gracious smiles, definitely made them the two most popular girls in that area of Felwithe.
The only problem was, Arelle, the younger of the twins, was not quite as pretty and not quite as charming, and as time drew on and they spent less time being together when they went places, Arella became more popular than Arelle. Arelle received few compliments alone, she mostly only received them when she was together with Arella. She was constantly behind Arella in everything, from magic to housework. She loved her sister dearly, but felt a deep jealousy of her. Though Arelle never told anyone or made it obvious, Arella had a feeling she felt this way, and, being the sweet, loving sister she was, tried to compliment Arelle whenever she could.
Still, even though she gained encouragement from her sister, Arelle couldn't help but notice how Arella's sweet, gentle, and more out-going nature drew people to her, while Arelle stood in the background. She began to spend more time alone, having few friends, and ever fewer true friends. Then she began to miss her mother. She had never had a mother before, since she had died giving birth, but Arelle supposed this was the time a mother would be most needed. She had found something to be sad about, and she dwelled on it. She spent all day at her grandmother's, having her grandmother tell her stories of her mother. Now she had an excuse to be sad, and she cried every night. She spent very little time with her friends now, and they all began to find new friends who devoted more time to their friendship. Arelle started to push everyone she loved away from her, but what she really wanted was for everyone to come back and say she was good! That she was just as good as her sister, or better, and that she was just as charming and kind.
Unfortunately, they didn't. This caused Arelle to become mad at her friends and family, to be mad at life in general. She began to have fits of anger, and when she got in these fits, things around her, their flow upset by her strong negative-feeling magic, burst into flame. Her magic was becoming strong, but she was unable to control it. When rumors got around what Arelle did, people became afraid of her. They began to avoid her even more, and this made her even more mad. Even her grandmother and father were slightly afraid of this new power she had, though they tried desperately to hide it. The only one who truly wanted to help her was her sister Arella, but Arelle avoided Arella even more when she started to talk about helping her.
One day while walking in the market alone to fetch some things for her grandmother, she overheard a boy her age talking to his friend about herself and Arella. He said that he was in love with Arella, but that he was afraid to come to her house because of her dangerous sister. This made Arelle so mad that she had a fit of anger right there in the market, a barrel of hay burst into flames, followed by a basket of flour. When Arelle realized what she had done, she ran off, hoping no one had seen her, but many people did, including the boy and his friend.
The next morning the mayor of the area came to Arelle's house. He began to speak with her father. She heard them talking about her as she listened from her room. The mayor said that many people were afraid of Arelle. That they were afraid for their safety, for if this 12-year-old could cause such a disturbance when her magic was just coming to her, imagine what havoc she could cause in just a few years. He said the people wanted something done about this, and fast.
Arelle knew that all she had been doing in the last few years was causing trouble for her family. She wanted to get rid of this habit, this negative magic that made people afraid of her. But she didn't know how. She thought it was impossible, and that she would have to live with this curse her whole life. So, she ran away. Taking plenty of food and only a few of her possessions, a few spell books, her dagger, and a staff, she packed her pack full of these things. She left a note for her family, telling them that she would no longer be a bother to them, and that if she ever learned how to control her magic enough that she wouldn't cause a trouble anymore, she would return home.
Arelle's POV
Now that the note was finished, all she had to do was leave. But she didn't know where to go! Anywhere was fine, really. Anywhere away from here. Although she tried to deny it in her mind, she knew she was afraid. Norath was a dangerous place, with evil lurking everywhere, and although she could do some magic, mostly she would just have to run from anything that attacked her. Greater Faydark looked like the best place to go. Maybe she would even stop at the Wood Elf city, Kelethin. She heard it was made in the trees. Can you imagine a town in the trees? Although it made her curious and excited to think about it, it also made her think of how much more dignified and superior the High Elves were to the Wood Elves. But right now she felt quite as low as the Wood Elves, and she knew she'd be lucky if they accepted her.
Now she just had to get out of the city, but the only way out was by the gates, and there was no way the guards would let a little girl out into the dangerous forest of Greater Faydark alone. She would have to create a distraction. She had a plan, she just hoped it would work. She ran till the gates to Faydark were in view, than she stepped behind a building where no one could see her. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. Then she suddenly ran towards the guards yelling. They looked at her, wondering what she was doing. "GUARDS!" She yelled, panting heavily, "ORCS! THEY'VE COME THROUGH THE OTHER GATE!" She yelled at them as she faked a terrified look. They looked at each other and nodded. They ran towards the other gate, yelling for her to stay here. She knew they must have believed her because of her rich clothing. Her clothing told everyone around her that she was rich and respectable. Everyone that heard what Arelle had said started to panic. Arelle was a little displeased, she didn't mean to upset the whole town. But she had to do this. She had to get out of here.
She looked back at the city. She knew she'd probably never see it again. But it was too late to go back now. She had made up her mind, and she sure wasn't going to give up now. She ran out the gates, into the dark, gloomy woods of Greater Faydark.
End of Prologue.