Some things are easier recalled when you’ve experienced them first hand. Other things are best left unsaid. My story begins when I was a young girl. It continues on today because we all know that even the best story never really ends.
The youngest out of four children, I was rarely noticed by my family. Couldn’t really blame them, you see, my parents ran the regions of Alazair. Then, one must take into account that I was the only daughter of the children. Boys will be boys.
Alazair was a small region west of the Chaosti holdings at Promistair, separated in part, by the mountain range. There really wasn’t much to the region. It had the family house, council building, market place, and numerous farms. I spent most of my time in the border forest content with being left alone.
Even in my youth I was gifted beyond the comprehension of my parents. Just by placing my hands on an item I could heal or destroy it. My mind knew not the limits that others lived within on a daily basis.
The animals spoke to me, called me by my name, assembled with me for communion with nature. I felt it was the way life was meant to be lived. Yet, somehow things change, as they always must. Even in youth ignorance is not always bliss.
Early one morning I stumbled upon an injured man. I just watched for a while from the cover the trees provided. His hair was long and black. His skin was pale other than the thin line of blood coming from the wound on his shoulder. I inched my way closer trying to conclude if he was indeed as harmless as he looked.
When his ice blue eyes met my pale green eyes, electricity shot through my limbs. I knew then that he was a guardian. I rushed over to help him.
“Hold still.” I said to him calmly as I put my hands on his shoulder. He looked at me, surveyed my youth and possibly thought me mad.
As his wound closed his features softened as the pain gave away to the healing. When he smiled it was warm and friendly.
“Thank you young miss.” He said pleasantly.
“You’re welcome.” I said happily. As I turned to go he grabbed my arm.
“You’re Jansis aren’t you?” He asked politely as he released his hold.
“Yes sir. Did the elders send you to be my guardian?” He smiled again.
“Something like that. My name is Draven. I would like to be the one to mentor you if that’s alright with your parents.”
“They won’t mind. I’d let you ask them but they’re busy.” The man laughed.
“Yes I suppose so little one.”
So it went on for a while. Draven would come show me a few things then be gone for days at a time. Not that I ever told anyone about him. It was my secret. Besides, the family was more concerned with running the region. I barely saw them anymore.
Then it happened. I could see Draven standing on the hill as the sky rained black fire. The keep fell first. My brothers, my parents they all went down in one frail moment. I screamed as Draven raced to save me. Then my world too went black….
I couldn’t remember a thing. My head hurt. The face I saw in front of me seemed kind and warm as she spoke softly.
“Welcome home daughter.”
“Thanks mom what happened?”
“You got quite the bump on your head playing out in the forest. Some kind men brought you back when they found you.”
“Yes that was nice of them, wasn’t it?”
So I was raised, Airis Chaosti.
As all things eventually come with time, so did the time I grew older. So begins the tale to the present.