History of Elayla
A Small Village
Long time ago, in an elven village, the daily happenings of late springtime were distracted by a wounded man carrying a woman's body and a small bundle. They had apparently been attacked and the woman killed, the man only half so. He collapsed to the ground. Someone, who was first to come there, noticed that the basket hold a baby girl. With a question on her face, the firstcomer turned to the man. He was breathing very heavily and he was dying. Still, with his dying breath, he managed to say, “Elayla”.
“Neya, why don't I have mom and dad?”, asked a little blond-haired girl. “Sit here darling”, said the woman called Neya. “You know you're like my own child to me dear, and you always will be. But your real mother and father died when you were just a little baby.” “Like lil' Nessa?”, the girl asked. “Smaller even. You couldn't even crawl. Your father and mother had been attacked in the forest. Your dad won and saved you, but your mom and he were lost. He still somehow managed to carry you and your mom to this village and here, he too died. He left you with me.”, Neya told the girl. She pondered this a little. “Then you shall be my mom.”, she stated happily and ran away to continue her play with all the other girls. Neya smiled, “Thank you, Elayla”.
All the young boys were anxious, they had heard that old master Derin was coming to the village, and that he wanted to have an apperentice or perhaps even two. Magic ran strong in this village, almost everyone knew a trick or two, but they were mostly that, tricks. A few knew real magic, but with appropriate training, they would become good bards, rangers few even sorcerers and maybe even one wizard. Finally master Derin arrived. All the boys formed something that, if one was kind enough, could be called a line. And the girls formed a giggling mob near by, of course. Master Derin walked the length of the line, turned, went half a way back and stopped by one young lad, who was smiling his face in half. But suddenly master Derin turned and pointed his finger towards the mob and said “You. Only you.” There was silence everywhere. “Me?”, said a little voice from the mob. Master Derin shook his head “No. You.” There was a sigh. “He means me”, said Elayla.
