Theressolae Jhandrolaeji was born on a cool autumn day to Tessanae and Fatoun Jhandrolaeji. The elves of the Westwind welcomed the child of this union into the world as elves do with gifts of traditional meaning and magic. That is until an elder noticed something odd about the small female elfling.
“She has no magic,” They stated bluntly. “She is not an elf.” They turned away dropping what would have been a gift for the elfling on the floor. A show of disrespect and dishonor to the family. No one else gave the child anything.
Tessanae looked down at her baby girl. She saw the growing blond locks and pointed ears. Tessanae’s short blond curls didn’t even cover her pointed ears. Her deep emerald eyes caught her daughters piercing ice blue eyes. She knew there was something special about her daughter.
This greatly upset her parents. Both of which were powerful members of the elf society. They met with the king. They spoke of how their child was an elf because they were both elves. Fatoun had long blond hair that he tied back behind his pointed ears. He was a great speaker. Perhaps the child’s magic was just suppressed and would emerge over time. The king listened to their argument.
“If the child shows signs of magic within a year and no other oddities, then we will accept her into our society. However, if she does not you will kill her, without argument,” He decreed. “Is this acceptable to you?”
Tessanae looked down at her daughter and knew already she had another oddity. Her daughter had strange blue eyes while all the elves had green. The thought of killing her daughter terrified her. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at her love Fatoun. He knew she could not kill the child and he did not want to hurt an innocent life himself. He hung his head in sadness, “I’m sorry, my king, we cannot kill this innocent life just for being born different. If I must give my life so she may live I will do so.”
The king, Joren, by name, sighed. “Very well,” he began, “if you wish to raise the child you will not do so within our city. You will live in exile. If you ever return you and your wife will be welcomed, but you will have to abandon the child. Is this understood?”
“Yes, my king,” Fatoun complied. “Thank you for your mercy,” he bowed.
“You have one day to pack up your belongings and leave,” Joren stated. “Make haste.”
Fatoun and Tessanae returned to their home and using the magic items from their previous adventures took what they could. They reverted the tree they had made their home back into just a tree. Tessanae cried at seeing her home vanish and was comforted by her direct family before leaving the Westwind city.
They traveled for days before they found a large oak tree near a human town. They knew they would have to deal with the humans to survive, but the tree was perfect to make their new home. Fatoun and Tessanae joined hands and began to cast the spell to make their home.
Now it is common knowledge that elves make their homes in trees. However, they do not cut or harm the tree in anyway. They use magic to weave a dimensional door to a shaped dimensional space within the tree. It is also done with the tree’s permission. This allows for protection of the tree and the elves from the harm of outsiders. It also protects the tree from harm from fire or other harmful attacks that may occur within the home. A protective circle is placed around the tree.
They set up their home and even made a key for Theressolae knowing she lacked her own magic. Fatoun would help the human villagers with hunting and fletching, while Tessanae would delight children and the women of the human village with magic and baked goods. Theressolae was always with her. The humans didn’t suspect anything different about her. This allowed them to live in peace with their human neighbors.
As the years went by Theressolae’s powers began to emerge. The first of these powers emerged at the age of three. Tessanae was talking to the matron of the shop, selling some baked goods when Theressolae's eyes began to glow as she looked at the family’s new puppy.
“You have a good puppy,” she began. She continued to pet the puppy. “I’m so sorry about what happens to it.”
“What is she talking about?” The matron asked.
“Theressolae, tulka tanni ya salita itsi,” Tessanae said in elven. Theressolae calmly walked over to her mother.
"Mamma, pentu tuli ayaa yuli vaunun ya tappoi," She answered back.
"I love it when you speak elven," The matron stated, "it sounds like you're singing. What did Terri say?" Tessanae tensed up at the nickname.
"Please do not call her 'Terri', her name is Theressolae. If you cannot pronounce that use the common tongue translation which is 'Futurina'. As for what she said, she said your puppy is going to be hit by a wagon and perish."
"That's a horrible thing to say," the matron was aghast. "Why would she say such a thing?"
"Because I saw it," Theressolae responded. "I thought you should know so you can stop it." She looked saddened by the matron's horrified expression. She knew her warning would go unheaded. Her mother gave her a look meaning "We'll talk about this later.
Tessanae and the matron finished their business and Tessanae took Theressolae's hand and began to walk towards their home in the woods. Theressolae looked behind them to see the puppy she was petting run out of the shop yipping. She turned away with tears in her eyes as it was run over by a wagon. It let out a loud yelp. This startled Tessanae. She looked in shock at her daughter. She picked up her daughter and ran back to their home.
Tessanae examined her daughter, and found she still did not have magic. She wondered how her daughter could have used divination magic without having magic herself? Then she remembered the prophecy of UCOMM. That an elf would be born without magic but have other gifts. Gifts that could conquer or save. The elves had heard of what PROPHET's chosen did with it's gifts and decided if an elf was born without magic it was an abomination. She realized they were raising the prophesied elf.
Tessanae spoke to Fatoun when he returned from hunting. She told him what happened with Theressolae at the shop. "This is wonderful!" he exclaimed. "She is an elf. She was just a late bloomer with magic. We can return to the king and show him."
"No," Tessanae corrected him, "she does not have magic. This was something different." She sighed, "I think we are raising the elf prophesied by UCOMM."