Her name was Aischa.
She was the only child of the young King Eventine and his late wife Aislinn. She was a lovely child of fourteen. Her hair was strawberry blonde and thick falling about her back and shoulders in a lovely mane. Her eyes were ginger and always watchful and mindful of things about. Her skin was a sun-kissed brown. She was becoming a woman and what a woman she would be.
She was already in training and at the head of her guild class. Her father joked that she would be captian of his home guard by the time she was sixteen. She could out shoot some of his own military leaders at bows and arrows. She had known to use a sword from the age of five when Jamiy her beloved Home Guard bodyguard/teacher had taught her to hold on.
She had learned to use it and use it well, but she was better with a long knife. The young Princess was deadly up close and personal. The Home Guard learned that the curious one would learn from their movements even if she was not invited so they began to train her, with her father's permission of course.
The two sides of this creature were amazing. Her training as a tracker often took her far from the capital of Arborlorn. She traveled often with Jamiy, Jon Lin Sander, and her uncle, Breen. She often wore outfits our in the woods that blended into the forest. Her shoes were tended and treated with oils to make her soundless even on the hardest earth. She wore a hat with the insignia of the Elessedil house in silver holding a feather. Her long tresses would be piled under her hat making her look at the world like a young Lieutenant in the Elven army.
The other side of her was the beloved Princess of her people. She would appear at social funtions on the arm of her father in the best gowns anyone of the land had ever seen. Her hair would often be in amazing hairstyles that took hours to make.
It was amazing how one girl could be so much to her people. She was the child of their monarch and helped in orphanages as well as keeping their borders safe. Her face told how young she really was, but her eyes held a wisdom beyond her years. She was the People's Princess. All the Westerland knew her name. Aischa Elessedil, beloved of the elves.
She went on partols these days to keep the hated gnomes and armies there at bay. They were growing, but luckly seemed to see fit to stay on the borders and go south to the borderland of Callahorn.
She had been home for just two days and was heading back out. There had been rumors of trouble on the southeast border. She was packing when her father came into her room.
"Hello Aischa."
"Father." She said bowing to the handsome large elf behind her.
He came forward and wrapped her in his powerful embrace. "Off again?"
"Only for a ride. Jon Lin heard rumors of trouble. He wants me to come and check out the area for signs he and his hunters can not see."
Be safe." He said as he sighed and let her go. He was older now and knew what an independent child she was. It was useless to say no. She would go as she willed. He had learned to let her go. It was somehow easier to let her go than it had been to let her mother go.
She stood before him in her tracking garb and looked more mature than anyone could have ever thought. He leaned forward and kissed her brow. "I will see you when you return."
She nodded and hugged him back.
Within the hour she was riding at a fast pace with Jamiy, Jon Lin and Breen. Breen had no interest in being King of the Elves and so he found his useful nitch riding with the Hunters. After all it was much more interesting than sitting debating before a council all day.
It was late when the small group stopped. They pitched tents for it smelled of rain to come and then gathered about a fire.
It was about an hour later when a stranger came into camp and fell before them.
Everyone jumped and Jon Lin sent people to look for more. "I am alone." The large man hissed softly.
He rolled over and all could see the dark wet patches of blood on his clothes. Aischa took a step forward to help. It was after all the first man she had ever seen and she was curious. She gently reached a hand to his face.
"Majesty!" Breen hissed.
She ignored him. Her gentle hands soothed the man. "Who are you?" She asked.
"I am Balinor highness." He said.
"You are a human man?" She asked gently probing his wounds.
He reached up and removed her hat and her hair fell down. "Yes, but you are no elven man." He smiled wearily.
"What happened?" Jon Lin asked bringing bandages.
"My patrol was attacked by theives. I made it here. They fear the forests." He said. "I knew I had friends here."
"Of course my lord." Jon Lin said.
Aischa looked at the man. "Lord?"
"Aischa Elessedil meet Balinor Crown Prince of Callahorn." Jon Lin smiled.
She sat back amazed. She watched him as he related his story to them.
"Here share our food. We hear about thieves and came to see if the rumors were true." Breen said
"They are Elven Prince." The Borderman said
Aischa sighed. "They must be stopped."
"I was in pursuit, but they are heavily armed." Balinor said. "I need to get back to Trysis for more men."
"I could ask my father to help you."
"This matter does not concern your people Princess."
"It just did." She said and stood and walked to her bedroll and relaxed.
Balinor looked at the other men and they smiled.
She was the only child of the young King Eventine and his late wife Aislinn. She was a lovely child of fourteen. Her hair was strawberry blonde and thick falling about her back and shoulders in a lovely mane. Her eyes were ginger and always watchful and mindful of things about. Her skin was a sun-kissed brown. She was becoming a woman and what a woman she would be.
She was already in training and at the head of her guild class. Her father joked that she would be captian of his home guard by the time she was sixteen. She could out shoot some of his own military leaders at bows and arrows. She had known to use a sword from the age of five when Jamiy her beloved Home Guard bodyguard/teacher had taught her to hold on.
She had learned to use it and use it well, but she was better with a long knife. The young Princess was deadly up close and personal. The Home Guard learned that the curious one would learn from their movements even if she was not invited so they began to train her, with her father's permission of course.
The two sides of this creature were amazing. Her training as a tracker often took her far from the capital of Arborlorn. She traveled often with Jamiy, Jon Lin Sander, and her uncle, Breen. She often wore outfits our in the woods that blended into the forest. Her shoes were tended and treated with oils to make her soundless even on the hardest earth. She wore a hat with the insignia of the Elessedil house in silver holding a feather. Her long tresses would be piled under her hat making her look at the world like a young Lieutenant in the Elven army.
The other side of her was the beloved Princess of her people. She would appear at social funtions on the arm of her father in the best gowns anyone of the land had ever seen. Her hair would often be in amazing hairstyles that took hours to make.
It was amazing how one girl could be so much to her people. She was the child of their monarch and helped in orphanages as well as keeping their borders safe. Her face told how young she really was, but her eyes held a wisdom beyond her years. She was the People's Princess. All the Westerland knew her name. Aischa Elessedil, beloved of the elves.
She went on partols these days to keep the hated gnomes and armies there at bay. They were growing, but luckly seemed to see fit to stay on the borders and go south to the borderland of Callahorn.
She had been home for just two days and was heading back out. There had been rumors of trouble on the southeast border. She was packing when her father came into her room.
"Hello Aischa."
"Father." She said bowing to the handsome large elf behind her.
He came forward and wrapped her in his powerful embrace. "Off again?"
"Only for a ride. Jon Lin heard rumors of trouble. He wants me to come and check out the area for signs he and his hunters can not see."
Be safe." He said as he sighed and let her go. He was older now and knew what an independent child she was. It was useless to say no. She would go as she willed. He had learned to let her go. It was somehow easier to let her go than it had been to let her mother go.
She stood before him in her tracking garb and looked more mature than anyone could have ever thought. He leaned forward and kissed her brow. "I will see you when you return."
She nodded and hugged him back.
Within the hour she was riding at a fast pace with Jamiy, Jon Lin and Breen. Breen had no interest in being King of the Elves and so he found his useful nitch riding with the Hunters. After all it was much more interesting than sitting debating before a council all day.
It was late when the small group stopped. They pitched tents for it smelled of rain to come and then gathered about a fire.
It was about an hour later when a stranger came into camp and fell before them.
Everyone jumped and Jon Lin sent people to look for more. "I am alone." The large man hissed softly.
He rolled over and all could see the dark wet patches of blood on his clothes. Aischa took a step forward to help. It was after all the first man she had ever seen and she was curious. She gently reached a hand to his face.
"Majesty!" Breen hissed.
She ignored him. Her gentle hands soothed the man. "Who are you?" She asked.
"I am Balinor highness." He said.
"You are a human man?" She asked gently probing his wounds.
He reached up and removed her hat and her hair fell down. "Yes, but you are no elven man." He smiled wearily.
"What happened?" Jon Lin asked bringing bandages.
"My patrol was attacked by theives. I made it here. They fear the forests." He said. "I knew I had friends here."
"Of course my lord." Jon Lin said.
Aischa looked at the man. "Lord?"
"Aischa Elessedil meet Balinor Crown Prince of Callahorn." Jon Lin smiled.
She sat back amazed. She watched him as he related his story to them.
"Here share our food. We hear about thieves and came to see if the rumors were true." Breen said
"They are Elven Prince." The Borderman said
Aischa sighed. "They must be stopped."
"I was in pursuit, but they are heavily armed." Balinor said. "I need to get back to Trysis for more men."
"I could ask my father to help you."
"This matter does not concern your people Princess."
"It just did." She said and stood and walked to her bedroll and relaxed.
Balinor looked at the other men and they smiled.