My name is Filynora Gwanell Raeloc. Strange name for a Human, right?
My mother told me when I was little that she was not quite sure why she picked my name, but there had to be a reason. She has always been like that. She once said that there has to be a reason for every little gift we have when we are born. That some higher power is at work. I have never really understood that, and I sometimes wonder if I ever will. There are shadows of hints on the one piece of parchment in Paxtonvale, the village nearest to my home, about that and that is probably where she got it from. The parchment is the last piece that the cloaked men have not gotten hold of.
I guess I am getting ahead of myself. I should explain the war. I am not sure how good it shall be, as I am not well versed in history, but I will give it a shot.
A long time ago there was a Great War. Starting at the edges of Human territory, villages were attacked, but what we were attacked by is lost to history. One by one, the towns and villages began to fall. The attackers worked their way inwards towards the cities in the middle of our territory. By the time they had reached them, our race had an army situated within them to protect them.
Needless to say, they failed.
Once our great capital city was invaded, the king was killed and our new leaders took his place. Who, or even what, our leaders are is not remembered, but they are called the Dark Ones. They are most likely Elves, those dark, evil creatures that devour children in the night, or Dwarves, Human-eating creatures that look like children. We are not sure. According to the little news we get from our capital, they are never seen by any of the Humans there. The laws are posted and enforced by the mysterious cloaked figures. I have heard that they swarm the larger cities, but they rarely come to our village.
My mother never lets me go into the village when they are around. They make all the animals on our farm jumpy and nervous, and even the bravest men shrink from them. What chance do I have? I’m only a fifteen year old girl after all.
In spite of my mother’s odd beliefs, which she never really discusses with me no matter how many times I ask, we have lived without trouble for years on our farm, nestled away from the rest of the village in between a swath of trees and the edge of a forest. When I say trouble, I mean that we have avoided fights; in a way, we are always in trouble. See, my father disappeared when I was really young. My mother has no brothers and never bore any sons and father was not from around here, so nobody really knew his family or even where he had come from, not even mother. That means that there is no man to take care of her, or me.
We were not only persecuted for not having a man on our farm, though. What seemed even worse, to the villagers at least, was that we raised Elementals. Elementals are creatures that have some significant amount of control over an element, be it earth, fire, water, or air. Most people try to kill Elementals on sight on the rare occasion that they come into contact with them in the wild, but my mother and I love them. They are so wild and free, no matter how fenced in they actually are.
My absolute favorite Elemental is my Kindle Wolf. A Kindle Wolf looks like a normal wolf, except they are bigger and their fur is thicker. The fur is usually black or smoky gray with orange, red, and/or yellow markings that start at the tip of the ears and go down the spine; Ember is black with deep red markings. Another difference is their eyes, which glow like smoldering coals. When agitated, or trained like mine is, the markings burst into flames and smoke pours from their nostrils and open mouth, framing their white hot teeth that drip a hot, burning substance. My Kindle Wolf is very peaceable, though, unless my mother and I are threatened. Well…actually it is just me now.
My mother disappeared a while ago and I cannot help but be worried. Occasionally she goes off in secret, but she has always, always been back within a week. Ember did not even hear a thing. None of our Elementals did. At least that is what I assume; there was no noise to wake me that night. I just awoke the next morning and she was gone, with no clue as to her whereabouts or what took her except a dark, grimy substance splattered on the walls that made Ember start growling and smoking. If she does not come back soon, I will probably go to find her. She and the Elementals are the only family, and consequently friends, that I have.
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