A/N: Hiya everyone! Okay, I had originally started another story (Which will be the story after this one…the sequel…whatever you guys want to call it), but then I just kind of sat down one night and thought that it'd be just as fun to write about the main character of that story's childhood. Just a few chapters about different, important parts of her life before posting her future. Hopefully you guys will like it, since its something new on here. Everyone is always writing, it seems like, stories about people from the opposite faction falling for each other (Which, in the sequel, this story will become…heh, so I am not one to talk!), or the battles between the two sides, or something like that. No one has ever really written a story about what it would be like to have to grow up with the war going on and all. I thought it would just be interesting to write about it, see what people think on the topic.
Basically this story is about a Night Elven child (I can't help it-my favorite races in this game are Night Elves and Trolls) called Aranel Anariel. She's the youngest of seven born to two very powerful, famous, rich Night Elves. And everything else about her you'll discover from reading, so, I won't keep you any longer from reading. Enjoy!
A Pearl
Prologue, Welcome to Existence
He was nervous, to say the least.
His wife Silivrennial had been in labor for about three hours, and like he had been with his last six children, he was nervous.
Scattered through the room were five out of the total of six of children.
His firstborn son Aefaradien, who was seventy-six years old, was sitting up in bed and staring out the window. He had been sick since he was about forty, and the disease left him bed bound.
His secondborn son, Aranion, was only eleven years old, but already was showing signs of what he'd become. A rogue. Sitting by himself in the darkest corner of the room, his eyes were closed and one could not tell if he was asleep or meditating.
His two firstborn daughters, who were twenty-nine years apart, sat side by side, quietly conversing with one another. His 148-year-old daughter and firstborn child Vindymiriel was a sentinel who was stationed in Dolanaar in Teldrassil, and the child that came after her was Merilwen. Merilwen was 119, and was training to become a druid like her father.
Vendethial, his current favorite child and youngest daughter, sat by his side, gently stroking an owl that had perched on a post. She was young, his lastborn daughter, but not his youngest child. Aranion was. She was only a few years older then he, being he was eleven and she was almost thirty.
Alasse, who was Aefaradien's elder by twenty-two years and also happened to be his hero, was outside. She was a well-trained, slightly famous Master Sergeant Warrior in the Alliance army, and was gone the majority of the year over in the Eastern Kingdoms. She too was scared for her youngest siblings birth, so she was relieving some stress by practicing in unarmed combat.
Adan leaned back against the wall behind him, letting his thoughts wander before he quietly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of his newborn child.
He smiled in his sleep. He simply could not wait for his third son.
A few hours later, Vendethial hurriedly awaked Adan.
Adan looked sleepily up into his daughter's face, only to see her smiling with pure joy and excitement.
Glancing behind her at his other children, he found that Aefaradien was lying back in bed, also asleep, with a damp washcloth draped over his forehead. Alasse and Vindymiriel sat on his bedside, both their faces showing both excitement for the joyous occasion of their newest siblings birth but worry for their brother. Aranion still sat in his dark corner, but now his eyes were open and a small smile graced his lips. Merilwen was standing by the doorway, her arms crossed and a look that matched her sisters was plastered on her face.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Vendethial exclaimed, gently shaking her father so that he would wake up. "Daddy! C'mon daddy, my new brother is here!"
That woke Adan up.
"Dettie, it's time?" Vendethial nodded vigorously, her silver curls bouncing as she did.
Adan quickly stood up, and straightened out his clothes before he noticed Aefaradien. He walked over to his son, and moved some of the boys deep purple hair to the side. It was sticking to his forehead from the thin layer of sweat that now hung over his body.
Alasse sighed, a sad smile gracing her lips.
"His fever spiked about an hour ago father. He fainted from exhaustion, and he has been out since." She spoke quietly. He just nodded.
"He will be alright, am I correct?"
"Yes dad, of coarse." Vindymiriel reassured him before standing up.
"He wants to see his new brother as soon as possible though." At this, Aranion stood up.
"Then let father go over to see the baby, and bring mother and the new child home." Alasse just rolled her eyes at Aranion.
"Why can you just not accept the fact that you are going to have a younger brother Aranion?"
No one in the family really liked Aranion. Vindymiriel and Alasse said he was too dark, Vendethial complained that he never wanted to play with her, Merilwenwas ticked thathe never talked, and Aefaradien and him were constantly fighting about Elune knew what. Adan loved his son, but the two, just like him and Aefaradien, they were constantly fighting about anything and everything. Silivrennial, however, loved her son deeply, and was always doing herbest to break him out of his dark shell.
Aranion just glared, and answered with, "Because it is going to be a her, Alasse."
Adan, sensing a fight was about to break out, simply stood up with a scary look.
"Quiet, both of you!" He thundered, and his two children instantly shut their mouths and glared at each other. Adan walked over to the door before glancing back.
"Stay here and watch over Radi. Your mother and brother will be home in a few minutes."
With that said, the father left his children in the small home before walking over to a hut on the other side of Astranaar. Upon entering, his silver eyes quickly looked along the rows of beds for his wife.
"Adan?" Adan turned around, and found one of the priestesses of the town behind him. She was smiling a bright smile at him, and he smiled back.
"Ah, Manwathiel. Good evening."
"Good evening Adan. How are you?"
"Could not be better. You?"
"Very much the same. Are you here to take your wife and child home?"
"Yes." Adan didn't think the smile on his face could get any larger as he followed his wife's friend over to her bedside in the corner of the room.
The bed she was in overlooked the lake, and she was currently leaning against the headboard of the bed, a small child in her arms. She was showing the baby the lake as she held the child close, and whispered to the newborn in such a loving way.
Manwathiel smiled once more at Adan and hugged him, whispering congratulations to him before leaving the bedside to go tend to another patient.
Slowly, Adan walked over to his wife's bed and sat down next to her. Silivrennial was startled, but upon looking over and seeing her husband her shock went to pure love and adoration.
"Adan…"
"Silivrennial." He leaned over and kissed her before he held out his arms to take his newborn child.
Silivrennial gently handed him the baby, and tears came to her eyes as she saw her husband look down at the child with nothing but love and gentleness.
Adan was overwhelmed. As he stared down into the face of the little one, he saw two glowing silver pools of light staring back up at him.
"Isn't she the most precious child you have ever seen? I think we should call her Aranel. Then her name would mean Princess of the Sun." Silivrennial whispered to Adan. He wasn't listening, too mesmerized by the small person in his arm. "Adan? Adan? Adan!"
Finally looking back up at his wife, he smiled sheepishly.
"I am sorry Silivrennial, what did you say?"
"We should name the baby Aranel." Adan chuckled.
"Why would we give our son a daughters name?" Silivrennial looked at Adan weirdly.
"Son?" Adan nodded, and Silivrennial began to laugh softly. "Oh Adan. I know you and the children so desperately wanted a little boy, but you are currently holding your lastborn daughter."
Adan looked down at the baby in his arms, who was yawning and ready to fall asleep.
"Our daughter. Aranel Anariel."
A/N: Okay, I know it wasn't the best opening, but it does get better! I promise! Okay then, R&R! Thanks guys!
Wishes for an awesome 2006,
-Confused Whispers
