The Chosen five-
Our story starts out on a street full of venders selling their goods and things, some magical shops are even on this street as well, but all was not like it should be, with patrons rushing to and fro as venders and shopkeepers shout over the heads of all to buy things…no today was Vi Flow Pi neo Day, or as some races call it; The day of the chosen.
Creatures and beings come from all over Alindia come in hopes of some day being among the chosen heroes. The last ones that had been chosen had died in battle 500 years ago, but their weapons of power were recovered after their deaths so their one day might be another five who would save our world from the destruction of Glyopen.
Alindia is and has been a floating kingdom in the sky for well over 8 millennia, though many histories believe we originally came from Glyopen, that we were all once like the men of earth and mountains. We had peace once, but then the Titans came, we had fought or own kidn for so long we nearly could not work together to save our worlds.
So here we are 500 years later still seeking the chosen protectors, sitting in the stands waiting for the old ones to show the pieces of the chosen five, if they feel the pull of their chosen master it will fly into the hand of the chosen person regardless of station.
That's where my story begins, for you see I'm a slave and the one who owns me is a very cruel lord. He teases that if I sleep with him I would be free to marry him and thus be free from slavery…but a marriage to him would be much worse than being married to a pig; they at least bathed often even if it is in mud; they ate then slept in peace, not a care in the world. But the Lord I serve? he's a high elf,that was fat, crule, loud an spitful. He often raved about his dislike for these events and the old ones. Though he is one of three other high elf's that still held a seat at the old ones table…it was custom for all member's on the council to be here for the choosing...
-The first to be...-
Sitting behind my master I was unable to watch as the crowed awed over the chosen fives weapons that were said to chose the next five chosen, but it didn't matter people talked describing each weapon, allowing me to see it in my minds eye until the Old ones raised their hands. A request for Silence as the three watched as the five weapons for the first time in 500 years floated into the air. Their colors changing as they changed shape and size, all the while floating towards those that are the chosen wielders.
My master gasped and gave a smug smile as one of the weapons floated into our booth, the other guests waited to see who it would choose, my master being the idiot he was reached for the weapon and howled in pain until he let it go, it reached me and floated as if waiting for me to pluck it from the air, I could feel the heat pulsing from it as it seemed to grow brighter as my hands reached out adn grasped it. The power that surged through me was not a lfash no it was painful yet bearable all at once as the light filled me and when I opened my eyes I looked at what was in my hands. The final form of my weapon was a heavy white oak bow, but it had no string, but I didn't have time to question it since the screech of my owners voice reached my ears "You can't be a chosen! You're nothing but a SLAVE!" he screamed making everyone's attention turn to him.
He looked around at the other nobles hoping for back up, but he found none, when the Old ones arrived in our box he knelt before them, "Please see reason, this girl can do nothing! She is a coward and a slave! She'll run the moment she's from my side!" he screeched in their ears, when they ignored him, I felt powerful as if my true self was finally coming forward. As I looked at my old master, I stood proud and strong, "I will fight for my people and defended the weak who are crushed by those like you!" he was squawking at me even as I followed the old ones from the booth, when he tried to attack me the woman of the old ones stopped him and growled, "You dare attack us…Guards see to it this filth is taken to the burning and then stripped of all he owns…he shall know the cruelty of being a SLAVE." She let him drop and the guards took him.
Later that night the other members of the chosen were brought in and seated across from the old ones, "We have waited a many years to see the next chosen protectors..."