Hi…first RO fanfic….hehe…eh…pls read the summary….it says first chap is AU…

Starting.

The sun's rays shone and crept up on a golden head, her body shook as she panted and sweat dropped down her cheek, onto the ground and disappeared to a dark spot. With a brown wooden bow in one hand lowered to her waist and the other hand still pulling at the string. Her crystal eyes, the colour of emerald focused on an apple, stuck to the side of a tree by an arrow. Crystal as water, looking like fluid but solid as stone. The wind played with her rich golden hair, the right side loosely clipped at the back of her head while the left covered the side of her face. Leaving nothing but her long elven ears.

An earthy brown armor made of a special kind of wood with metal clad her body and a metal piece hung around her neck, curving at the ends at the front, aninch apart from meeting each other. The two ends were joined by a thin chain, a moon shaped metallic looking stone dangling from it.

"Athrielle, have you been here all night?"

An old elf, haggard and wizen through years of wisdom emerged from the shadows of the forest behind and took the arrow out of the tree, placing her hands gently on the trunk, the tree healed.

"Yes, Madam Selliar. I am ready for my test."

"So it seems, come my child. To the ten thousand year old elm."

The old elf took the bow from her hands and placed it on the ground, returning the wood to the forest, the bow seemed to melt into the ground. She then took Athrielle's wrist and led her into the forest, to a huge elm tree.

"Place your hands on the trunk and heal the tree, if the wise tree accepts you as worthy of a bow to be an archer, it will provide material for your bow. If it rejects you, the leaves in which your energies are channeled would turn reddish."

Athrielle sat down and placed her hands on her trunk, pressing her cheek against it. Channeling her energies through the many openings within the trunk, finding the right one. There was a sound of giggling as tree sprites came and rested on her lap, leaving Elmwood where they settled and disappeared in the branches of the tree in a split second.

"You have been accepted, rise child, you bow shall be made and your spirit bound once it is done."

"Yes Madam Selliar."

She passed the wood to the old elf who wrapped it in a cloth and walked away.

3 days later (In the forest at the elm tree)

"Athrielle, my child do you pledge to be archer. Are you ready?"

"Yes I am."

"Then we shall proceed with the binding."

Athrielle had her back leaning against the trunk with her newly made bow in front of her, it had no string and was the colour of elm wood, just two pieces of curved, flat wood joined together by a short wooden piece of rounded wood, a short pole just the right size for her hand.

The ring of elves around the tree started chanting and a white light formed around her and the bow, when the chanting stopped, the bow was white with a silver material which had elfish patterns at the each side of the short pole, the pole also turned silver, and the ends of the bow had the silverfish metal as well. The string gleamed with silver and the whole bow was just a slight bit taller then her.

She wad dressed in the same colours as her bow, with a white top which didn't cover her abdomen and hugged her body tightly, it had metal covering it and snaking up her chest, ending at the starting of her bust where it split into a pattern. Her skirt was white with splits at the side and metal designs covering it. A thin line crossed from her shoulder to her waist, for her to place her bow.

"Now dear child I welcome you as an archer, there are many different kinds of archers, some with purple and gold, some with green and brown. The silver archers are said to have the strongest spirits and purest hearts. I'm not surprised since your mother was a horse riding swordswoman and your father was an infantry swordsman. The silver reflects your personality and strength of spirit while white represents your purity. Be cautious not to damage your bow as your spirit is bound to it, if it breaks your spirit will shatter. Do us proud to hold back the continuous advances of the Orcs, child."

60 years later

"Athrielle is of age oracle, show us her through path."

"She will face great despair, never to return to Irusvine again. She will turn into something most despairing and unholy."

"This cannot be, ushainae this cannot be. Oracle I am but a bird to your wisdom pray you tell me it's not true."

"What will happen will happen."

"She must leave Irusvine; I must talk to the king."

Next day

"Athrielle must leave Irusvine, never to come back again for the safety of ourland and people."

"Where will I go?"

"The human world"

I'm just putting this so show how she came to the world of Ro so yeah….later chaps wud be more exciting….

Ja Ne