Part Two: The Prince of Elves
A tall young man stood alone in the forest on the edge of a crystal clear lake. His eyes were an unearthly shade of green and his hair was brown. Unusually long bangs covered half of his face, hiding one of his eyes. Dressed in a pine colored tunic with a white shirt and brown breeches, he wore a golden circlet around his forehead. The tips of his ears were sharp. It was the mark of an Elf. He held a long bow made of marblewood with runic lines carved into it. A quiver full of arrows was strapped to his back. A sword hung from his waist.
"Mother, I must go." The young Elf said softly, "He is calling me." He said looking at the lake.
The lake's center rippled and shimmered at the sound of the young man's voice. A woman arose from the waters depths. She had long brown hair that was twined with flowers and twigs. Her naked form was covered with leaves and flowers and she stood in the center of a funnel made of vines. Her eyes matched his, both an unearthly shade of green. And her skin was slightly tanned. Her features were wild and fierce though her smile was gentle.
"I know." She told the Elf in a voice that both seemed gentle and fierce. "I know," she repeated, "I have known of your fate since the day you were born. You must not search for him. He will find you. Your task is to find the Prince of Shadedron. When you have found the prince, lead them to Forest of Death."
"Why must I bring them to the Forest of Death, Mother?" he asked.
"They must pass the test of the Storm Lords. They need the power the Storm Lords give to those who pass their test. You passed the test Nanashi (1) gave you, can you say you will win against Chaos without his power?" she asked.
"Chaos?" he asked.
"Yes." she said. "It is Chaos you fight. He was freed by the power of a foolish sorcerer named Odin."
"How?"
"He used the Gate of Demonia." She told him.
"But that would mean.!" the Elf exclaimed, unable to finish his horrifying thought.
"Yes." She said grimly. "He freed a hoard of demons and two Demon Lords as well."
" I must go now!" he exclaimed. "Where is the Prince of Shadedron, Mother?"
" I cannot tell you where they are my son." The Lady said. "However Nanashi will find them for you."
" I will return mother," he said.
"Be well, my son." She said to him. "And remember to take care of yourself." He nodded.
"Trowa my son," she said in a strangely formal tone. "May fate bring you fortune, and may fortune guide your steps." She said, repeating the words of an ancient farewell. He bowed formally in acknowledgement.
Later, Trowa stood at the edge of the forest. He wore the same clothes with an added cloak. A magnificent cloak made of shimmering dark green silk. The golden circlet around his head was no longer there. Beside him, a magnificent brown horse stood.
Much larger than a normal horse, the horse's flowing mane and tail were of a slightly lighter brown than his coat. Strangely, his eyes were a pale green flecked with yellow. There was a golden patch of hair on his shoulder shaped like a leaf. He wore no saddle or bridle. He wore no tack whatsoever. The only thing on his back was a white blanket with a golden arrow woven into it.
Turning to his horse, Trowa mounted bareback. "Lets go Nanashi," He said turning Nanashi toward the south.
End Part 2
Notes: Trowa is the son of the Elf King and Reanna, Goddess of the Forest. More common name, The Huntress. He's a Demi-god. Half Elf / Half God.
1. What? Heavyarms just didn't sound mystical enough.
Please Review! ^_~
A tall young man stood alone in the forest on the edge of a crystal clear lake. His eyes were an unearthly shade of green and his hair was brown. Unusually long bangs covered half of his face, hiding one of his eyes. Dressed in a pine colored tunic with a white shirt and brown breeches, he wore a golden circlet around his forehead. The tips of his ears were sharp. It was the mark of an Elf. He held a long bow made of marblewood with runic lines carved into it. A quiver full of arrows was strapped to his back. A sword hung from his waist.
"Mother, I must go." The young Elf said softly, "He is calling me." He said looking at the lake.
The lake's center rippled and shimmered at the sound of the young man's voice. A woman arose from the waters depths. She had long brown hair that was twined with flowers and twigs. Her naked form was covered with leaves and flowers and she stood in the center of a funnel made of vines. Her eyes matched his, both an unearthly shade of green. And her skin was slightly tanned. Her features were wild and fierce though her smile was gentle.
"I know." She told the Elf in a voice that both seemed gentle and fierce. "I know," she repeated, "I have known of your fate since the day you were born. You must not search for him. He will find you. Your task is to find the Prince of Shadedron. When you have found the prince, lead them to Forest of Death."
"Why must I bring them to the Forest of Death, Mother?" he asked.
"They must pass the test of the Storm Lords. They need the power the Storm Lords give to those who pass their test. You passed the test Nanashi (1) gave you, can you say you will win against Chaos without his power?" she asked.
"Chaos?" he asked.
"Yes." she said. "It is Chaos you fight. He was freed by the power of a foolish sorcerer named Odin."
"How?"
"He used the Gate of Demonia." She told him.
"But that would mean.!" the Elf exclaimed, unable to finish his horrifying thought.
"Yes." She said grimly. "He freed a hoard of demons and two Demon Lords as well."
" I must go now!" he exclaimed. "Where is the Prince of Shadedron, Mother?"
" I cannot tell you where they are my son." The Lady said. "However Nanashi will find them for you."
" I will return mother," he said.
"Be well, my son." She said to him. "And remember to take care of yourself." He nodded.
"Trowa my son," she said in a strangely formal tone. "May fate bring you fortune, and may fortune guide your steps." She said, repeating the words of an ancient farewell. He bowed formally in acknowledgement.
Later, Trowa stood at the edge of the forest. He wore the same clothes with an added cloak. A magnificent cloak made of shimmering dark green silk. The golden circlet around his head was no longer there. Beside him, a magnificent brown horse stood.
Much larger than a normal horse, the horse's flowing mane and tail were of a slightly lighter brown than his coat. Strangely, his eyes were a pale green flecked with yellow. There was a golden patch of hair on his shoulder shaped like a leaf. He wore no saddle or bridle. He wore no tack whatsoever. The only thing on his back was a white blanket with a golden arrow woven into it.
Turning to his horse, Trowa mounted bareback. "Lets go Nanashi," He said turning Nanashi toward the south.
End Part 2
Notes: Trowa is the son of the Elf King and Reanna, Goddess of the Forest. More common name, The Huntress. He's a Demi-god. Half Elf / Half God.
1. What? Heavyarms just didn't sound mystical enough.
Please Review! ^_~