The night air was cool and there was slight cloud cover in the cerulean
skies. She sat in the grassy field, thinking about all the people
before her, the universe, and all other things that tend to mystify the
human mind. She knew not her purpose or the reason for existence of
humans as a whole, although she contemplated the reason for being many
times before. She lightly began to hum a tune that her father had
taught her when she was a little girl. She was very similar to both her
parents physically. Lithe and red headed, she was small, like her
mother, but sturdy enough to protect herself, like her father. Mostly
short like her race, the Wild Elves, she hardly considered herself
"wild." She blinked her emerald eyes at the stars in complete awe of
their unappreciated beauty.
On this quiet night, she sat looking up into the heavens at the glowing
stars. Her name was Saeriel Elithiel. As she looked at the vastness of
the sky, she thought about how the stars shined and almost winked down
on the world. She was falling into her dreams as she normally did when
she was interrupted by a sudden and unexpected crack of lightning out
of the heavens. The lightning landed right near her feet and left a
sharp glow in the grassy field. Although startled, she suddenly felt a
sense of calmness, almost omnipotence. She jumped from her spot on the
grass and raced to a small thatched-roof cottage in her village.
Knocking wasn't even a thought to her, as this place had been her
second home for as long as she could remember. She hastily threw open
the door and happily, though abruptly greeted an old Elf with a very
long, grey beard. He wore a handmade robe of vermillion, standing
before shelves lined with row upon row of books, scrolls, and written
manuscripts.
"Saeriel! I am so glad that you decided to visit me! It is late, is it
not? My child, what are you doing out and about at such a time?"
"Merilus, I have just witnessed a lightning strike! 'Twas right beside
me! Merilus, what does such a thing mean?" "Oh Saeriel, you have
attained the symbol of the Gods. When they know it is your time to
fulfill your destiny, they give you some sort of sign. A lightning
strike makes me believe that it is time that you traveled to Murkwood
to further study the elements. My dear Saeriel, 'tis your time to
become a practitioner of the magics." She slowly looked at the ground
with a somewhat somber face. Saeriel did not feel ready to leave her
village of Olonia. Even though it was a "village", it was in the
forest and many people lived in the tree tops. Saeriel could not
imagine living in a more civilized place, with people of different
races.
Merilus gathered a leather pack and stuffed as many items as he could
into it. They were mostly necessities that he knew that Saeriel
would eventually need at one time or another during her journey. After
checking to make sure he had every possible item that could be useful,
Merilus gingerly handed Saeriel the pack. "I know you are afraid,
Saeriel. You cannot let fear and fright make your decisions for you.
You have been called upon by the Gods and you must do their will. It
will be difficult, stressful, and dangerous... but I promise you,
Saeriel, they know what you must do and all will turn out well in the
end." Saeriel slightly bowed her head to Merilus in recognition of his
wise words. "You are right, Merilus. You are always wise and correct.
I hope that someday I can become a great Wizard as you have done."
They tenderly smiled at each other and Saeriel looked toward the
window. The sun was getting ready to peek its bright head over the
mountain tops, a sign that it was time for Saeriel's departure.
"It would cause me too much pain and grief to say farewell to my
family. Please tell them that I love them and that I will come back
when I have mastered and fulfilled my destiny by the Gods." "Of
course. Good luck my young wildling, you have great things in store
for you."
Saeriel walked to the door and took one last look at Merilus. She
smiled, and set off on her journey. She went out of the forest and
walked away from the sun. Saeriel knew that, someday, she would make
proud her family, friends, and, most importantly, herself. Walking
toward Murkwood, her figure could be seen for a distance, but slowly
dissipated into the growing new light of the sun. It was a new day.
