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Elven Magic Reborn: Quest of Arindor
Bối cảnh:Nelaria of elf kind sits in dim light watching the moon her long silver hair shinning by it's light while her eyes look beyond the distance of the night.
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Nelaria Morwind
young elf on a quest, related to Thranduil Morwind, tall and slender with silver hair and piercing blue eyes, determined and courageous.
Galadriel Morwind
revered elven queen and healer, mother of Nelaria, connected through her magical lineage to the lost magic of her ancestors.
Thranduil Morwind
elder elf advisor and warrior, father of Nelaria, husband of Galadriel, wise with graying hair and kind eyes, protective and strategic.
Chapter 1
I was only a child when I first heard the prophecy.
My father had just returned from the council meeting, his face grim and his eyes haunted.
He had gathered my mother, my brothers, and me in the family room of our home, and he told us of the dark news that had been revealed to him.
The elves were dying.
Our magic was gone, stolen by a dark force centuries ago.
Without it, we would wither away and die like mortals.
My mother stepped forward then, her eyes wet with tears as she looked at us.
She explained that the elders had known of our plight for some time now, but they had only recently confirmed something that would change everything: a prophecy that spoke of our salvation.
The fate of our people rested in someone’s hands—someone young and brave who would rise up when all seemed lost and bring back to us what we so desperately needed.
And my mother believed that person was me.
I didn’t understand what those words meant at the time; I was too young to comprehend the gravity of what my parents were telling me.
But looking back now, I can clearly remember the surge of determination that had rushed through me as my mother’s words washed over me.
I might not have understood then, but even as a child, I could feel how important this was.
How important I was.
And now, as an adult—my eighteenth birthday only hours away—I knew exactly what those words meant and just how much was at stake.
"A child," my father said softly.
"It is hard to believe it has been so long."
He looked up from his hands then, his eyes meeting mine.
"You are more than just a child now. You are our hope."
There was no smile on his face; there hadn’t been for years.
But even so, I could see the love in his gaze as he looked at me.
Outside, the wind was howling and the rain was pounding against the heavy wooden door of our home.
But inside, it was warm and cozy as my mother sat in front of the fire, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
She motioned for me to sit down across from her, her eyes sparkling in the firelight as she smiled at me.
I did as she asked, folding my legs beneath me as I waited for her to speak.
My father had told me where we were going tomorrow—the reason for this sudden journey—and even though I had known what he would say before he said it, I could barely believe it.
"Your journey will be long," my mother said softly.
"And dangerous."
I met her gaze then; there was no fear in my heart despite what lay ahead.
"I know," I said simply.
It was all that needed to be said.
