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Mageborn Among Warriors
设定:I was born to warrior parents and was born a rare mage. 99 percent of the world is warriors
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Thane Ironfist
fellow warrior and Elara's childhood friend, muscular build with cropped black hair, loyal and brave
Roran and Lyra Stormguard
warrior parents of Elara, Roran is broadshouldered with a weathered face, Lyra is slender with sharp features, protective and traditional
Elara Stormborn
rare mage, daughter of warrior parents, tall with silver hair and violet eyes, fiercely independent and curious
I was born to warrior parents.
My father, Roran Stormguard, is a broad-shouldered man with a weathered face and a voice that could shake the heavens.
My mother, Lyra Stormguard, is a slender woman with sharp features and eyes that could pierce your soul.
They are fierce, they are strong, and they are everything I am not.
I am tall where they are short, silver-haired where they are dark, and my eyes are a shade of violet that no one has ever seen before.
I am Elara Stormborn, the only mage to be born to warrior parents in over a thousand years.
It is said that mages were once the most powerful beings in the world.
They could move mountains, part seas, and even raise the dead.
But then came the Great War, and the mages were hunted to near extinction.
The training yard was a sea of sweat and grunts, the air thick with the scent of exertion.
I stood in the middle, surrounded by warriors who moved with the precision and grace of seasoned fighters.
My parents, Roran and Lyra, watched me with stern eyes from the sidelines.
Their presence was a constant reminder of the expectations I struggled to meet.
"Elara, keep your stance firm!" Roran's voice boomed across the yard.
I adjusted my feet, trying to mimic the solid grounding of the warriors around me.
But no matter how hard I tried, I always felt out of place.
"Focus, Elara," Lyra added, her tone sharp as a blade. "You need to be faster."
I swung my practice sword, but it felt awkward in my hands.
The weight was wrong, the balance off.
I stumbled, nearly dropping it.
A few of the warriors snickered under their breath.
Heat rose to my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
"Don't let them get to you," came a familiar voice from behind me.
I turned to see Thane Ironfist, his dark eyes full of encouragement.
Thane had been my friend since childhood, always there to offer support when I needed it most.
"You've got this," he said with a reassuring smile. "Just breathe."
I nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to steady my nerves.
But as the drills continued, my frustration only grew.
Every misstep felt like a glaring failure under my parents' watchful eyes.
"Elara, again!" Roran commanded as I faltered once more.
I clenched my fists around the hilt of the practice sword, anger bubbling up inside me.
Why couldn't I be like them?
Why did everything have to be so difficult?
In that moment of anger, something inside me snapped.
A surge of energy coursed through my veins, hot and wild.
Before I could control it, a burst of magic erupted from me in a shockwave that rippled through the yard.
Warriors were thrown off their feet, weapons clattering to the ground.
Silence fell over the yard as everyone stared at me in disbelief and fear.
I looked down at my hands, still tingling with residual energy.
What had I done?
Roran stepped forward, his face a mask of concern and disappointment.
"Elara," he said quietly, but his voice carried an edge that cut through me. "What have you done?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice trembling.
"I know you want me to be strong and move like you.
My sword is too heavy for me.
I won't ever be the warrior you want me to be."
Roran's face hardened, his jaw tightening.
The disappointment in his eyes was palpable.
Lyra stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm.
"Roran," she said softly, her gaze shifting from him to me.
Thane looked at me with a mix of pity and confusion.
The warriors around us exchanged uneasy glances, their murmurs filling the air.
I felt a crushing weight of failure and shame pressing down on me.
Unable to bear their disappointment any longer, I turned away.
I ran towards the forest, my feet pounding against the ground.
The trees loomed ahead, dark and foreboding, but I didn't care.
I needed to escape.
Branches scratched at my arms as I pushed deeper into the woods.
The sounds of the training yard faded behind me, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds.
My breath came in ragged gasps, tears streaming down my face.
I stumbled over a root, falling to my knees in the dirt.
Sobs wracked my body as I buried my face in my hands.
Why couldn't I be what they wanted?
Why did I have to be so different?
A rustling sound made me look up.
Thane stood there, his expression one of concern and determination.
"Elara," he said gently, stepping closer. "You don't have to do this alone."
I shook my head, wiping away my tears with the back of my hand.
"You don't understand," I choked out. "I'll never be like them. I'll never be enough."
Thane knelt beside me, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of my emotions.
"It's okay to be different," he said softly. "You have a gift that none of us can even begin to understand. You just need to learn how to control it."
"But what if I can't?" I whispered, fear gnawing at my heart.
"You can," Thane replied firmly. "And I'll help you. We'll figure it out together."
His words were like a lifeline, pulling me back from the edge of despair.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
"Thank you," I said quietly, meeting his gaze.
Thane smiled, a warm and reassuring expression that made me feel less alone.
"We should get back," he said after a moment. "Your parents will be worried."
I nodded reluctantly, getting to my feet with his help.
As we made our way back through the forest, I couldn't shake the feeling that things would never be the same again.
When we emerged from the trees, Roran and Lyra were waiting for us at the edge of the training yard.
Their expressions were unreadable as they watched us approach.
"Elara," Roran began, his voice softer than before. "We need to talk."
I braced myself for another lecture but was surprised when Lyra stepped forward instead.
"We've been too hard on you," she admitted, her eyes filled with regret. "We just want what's best for you."
"I know," I replied quietly. "But I can't be what you want. I'm not a warrior."
Lyra nodded slowly. "Maybe it's time we accepted that."
Roran sighed heavily but didn't argue.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I saw a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.
"We'll find another way," he said finally. "Together."
Hope flickered within me as I realized that maybe, just maybe, things could change after all.
But before any more words could be spoken, a loud crash echoed from the direction of the village.
We all turned towards the sound, alarm spreading across our faces.
"What's happening?" Thane asked urgently.
Her presence was commanding, and the villagers around her fell silent, their murmurs of fear and curiosity hanging in the air.
She moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, her cold gaze sweeping over the crowd before settling on me.
"Who is she?" Thane whispered, his eyes narrowing.
"I don't know," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. But I recognized the significance of her robe. It marked her as a mage of considerable power. Awe and apprehension churned within me.
The woman stopped a few paces away from us. "I am Seraphina," she announced, her voice clear and icy. "A water and ice mage."
The villagers exchanged uneasy glances, their whispers growing louder.
Roran stepped forward, his protective instincts kicking in. "What do you want?" he demanded, his tone wary.
Seraphina's gaze didn't waver from mine. "I have been sent to find Elara Stormborn," she said. "Her outburst has drawn attention from powerful forces."
My heart skipped a beat. "Powerful forces?" I echoed, my mind racing.
"Yes," Seraphina confirmed. "Your magic is not something to be taken lightly. It has alerted those who seek to control or destroy such power."
Lyra's face paled, and she exchanged a worried glance with Roran. Thane moved closer to me, his presence a comforting shield against the unknown.
"What do they want with her?" Lyra asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Seraphina's expression remained unreadable. "Some may wish to harness her abilities for their own gain. Others may see her as a threat that must be eliminated."
Fear tightened its grip on my chest. The weight of my magic felt heavier than ever before.
"But why now?" Roran pressed. "Why has this only come to light after all these years?"
"Elara's powers have been dormant until now," Seraphina explained. "But the recent surge of energy has awakened them fully. She can no longer hide what she is."
I felt Thane's hand on my shoulder, grounding me amidst the storm of emotions swirling inside me.
"What do we do?" I asked, my voice barely steady.
"You must come with me," Seraphina said firmly. "I can help you learn to control your magic and protect you from those who would seek to harm you."
Roran's jaw tightened, his protective instincts clashing with the reality of the situation. "And if we refuse?"
Seraphina's gaze turned steely. "Refusal is not an option. The forces at play are beyond your understanding. Elara's safety—and the safety of those around her—depends on her learning to control her powers."
Lyra stepped forward, her eyes filled with determination. "If you can help our daughter, then we will trust you."
Roran looked conflicted but finally nodded in agreement.
"Very well," he said reluctantly. "But know this: if any harm comes to Elara, there will be consequences."
Seraphina inclined her head in acknowledgment. "Understood."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself for what lay ahead. The path before me was uncertain and fraught with danger, but I knew I couldn't face it alone.
"Let's go," I said quietly, meeting Seraphina's gaze.
She nodded and turned towards the village outskirts. As we followed her through the crowd, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to change in ways I couldn't yet comprehend.
But there was no turning back now.
As we reached the edge of the village, a sudden commotion erupted behind us.
Seraphina reacted instantly, raising her hand and summoning a wall of ice that shot up from the ground, blocking their path.
The air around us grew cold, the ice shimmering in the sunlight.
"Elara!" a familiar voice shouted from behind the wall.
My heart sank as I recognized Roran's voice.
"We can't let you take her!"
Roran's face appeared above the ice wall, his eyes blazing with fury.
He was flanked by several warriors from our village, all armed and ready for battle.
Thane stepped forward, his expression torn between loyalty to my family and his friendship with me.
"Father, please," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "You have to understand."
Roran's gaze softened for a moment, but then hardened again. "Understand what? That you're leaving us? That you're putting yourself in danger?"
Seraphina gripped my arm tightly, her eyes fixed on the approaching warriors. "Elara, focus. We need to protect ourselves."
I took a deep breath, feeling the familiar surge of magic within me. I raised my hands and channeled my energy, creating a protective barrier around us. The air shimmered with violet light as the barrier solidified.
The tension was palpable as we stood there, facing off against my own people. The warriors hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.
"Elara," Thane called out, his voice filled with desperation. "There has to be another way."
I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "This is the only way. I have to learn to control my magic."
Roran's face contorted with rage. "You think this mage can help you? She's leading you into danger!"
Seraphina's eyes narrowed. "I am here to protect her. You must trust that."
The warriors shifted uneasily, their weapons still raised but their resolve wavering.
"Father," I said softly, my voice trembling. "Please don't make this harder than it already is."
Roran's jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might relent. But then he drew his sword and pointed it at Seraphina.
"If you take one more step," he warned, "we will stop you."
Seraphina's grip on my arm tightened. "We don't have time for this," she muttered.
With a flick of her wrist, she sent a wave of icy wind towards the warriors, forcing them back.
"Go!" she urged me.
I hesitated for a moment, looking back at Thane and my parents one last time.
"Elara!" Seraphina shouted.
I turned and ran, following Seraphina as she led me away from the village and into the unknown.
The sounds of shouting and clashing weapons faded behind us as we disappeared into the forest.
My heart pounded in my chest as we ran through the trees, branches whipping past us.
I didn't know what lay ahead or if I would ever see my family again.
