Chapter 1
As soon as they reached Lletya, Dark went to the tree where the Head Elf resided. She knew she had to see if there were other survivors out there, and asking permission of the Elder was to be the first step of her long journey. The elves could help, more than anyone, she knew. Her people knew healing ways, ways that even the most skilled human healers could never perform. She gently rang the chime that hung outside of the canopy of leaves of the Elder's tree. "Come in," rang a deep, warm voice. Dark stepped inside.
"Greetings, Elder," Dark said, bowing and making the traditional hand signs.
"Greetings young one," the Elder replied, signing in return. "It has been a long time since I have seen you. How have you been faring? Has Aeron been looking after you?"
"Yes, Elder, I have been fine. Aeron needs not to look after me. Rather he's the one who need to be looked after," replied Dark, with a smirk.
Chuckling, the Elder said, "Yes, well, he has always had a good spirit, if a little absent minded. Now, have you come to call on me merely to banter on about such irrelevant matters, or have you something to ask me?"
"Elder, I have come with a request. A small one, though one I wish you to know of before I make any further arrangements to carry it out. I wish to travel outside of Tirranwn, and to Kandarin and Asgarnia and the lands beyond, to seek those who need our help. Outside of Isadfar, dark times remain, and our people can help them."
"Yes, you certainly have an interesting idea too. No doubt it would also give you the chance to meet some humans outside of our forest, as well as to learn more of your Elders and ancestors. Your elven heritage is very important, but so is your other half of being. I advise you learn as much as you can about both. I deem you responsible enough. Very well. But Aeron must come with you."
"Yes Elder. Thank you. I shall leave by the shining of Seren's light tomorrow morn." But inside, she secretly worried. Aeron did not like to travel outside of Tirranwn. It would be hard to convince him to leave the very lands that he group up in for almost a century.
On her way back, Dark found Aeron flirting with a neighbor. Rolling her eyes, she walked up to him and tapped him on his shoulder. He muttered a hasty goodbye, and followed Dark to behind the tent. "Hey. What's up?" said Aeron.
"Aeron, I am going to travel outside of Tirranwn," continuing despite Aeron's widening eyes, "and I am going to find survivors. We can help them. Together, me and you. You know our people can heal better than even the humans' most skilled healers, and those will be extremely scarce."
After a moment's though, Aeron decided it would be useless to try to argue with Dark. Though she had (most of the time) the peaceful nature of an elf, she still could be headstrong. And deep down, he confronted the truth that maybe they really would be able to make a difference. With a slightly bemused, he said, "Did I ever have a choice?"
And thus, the great journey that was to be known centuries after by both humans and elves began.