The Journey
The trees surrounding her were young and the sap of the new spring was already rising to the very tips of the branches and leaves, spreading life into the twisting trunks. A faint light brushed over the green, awakening Arcamelle from her deep slumber. Sighing, she got up and began to pack her saddle bags and readying Tari for the day ahead. Arcamelle brushed her long, brown, curly hair and washed her face in the small pool of crystal clear water. Her sapphire eyes glistened as she blessed the trees for protecting her against the trolls and the forest during these dark days. Arcamelle looked into the pool yet again and spoke softly in elvish, awakening the power within her. "Show me my sister, show me Earane" Her thoughts were disrupted as her Elvin ears twitched from the sound of a footstep behind her. Slowly, she reached for her belt knife, then suddenly, she whipped around and raised her knife, ready for an attack.
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