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There once was
She stood there surrounded, her heart beating so loudly in her chest she was sure it would give her away. It was only a little while ago she had decided to venture this far from home and Alania was sure now that exploring wasn't a very good idea. Her body trembled from fright and she crouched low into the snow covered ground, burying herself in her ice blue and white fur-lined cloak as best she could. The beings around her, cursed and screamed, beckoned to each other before approaching her shaking form. She didn't know what they were, frost elves rarely ventured out of their own cities, but she had needed to. She felt trapped at home and now she felt trapped again, here on the outside world, this freedom. Her sapphire eyes quickly took in her surrounding. These pale beings, with their midnight black hair and eyes, stared at her, nudging her with angry staffs and boots. She whimpered. Alania had only known the ancient tongue of her people, these were not her people, for all their long ears and slanted eyes told her differently. Blood of my fathers, kin of my heart. Her grandmother had always said their were other elven races, but of course, no one believed an old story teller, even if she was young in Elven standards, Grandmire was still one of the oldest Frost Elves Alania knew. She felt her frozen tears now as she remembered her family, 'I will never see them again she thought, beating her blue furry tail against her back in an agitated motion. I will never go home, I was foolish to leave. Anger started to feed her fear and she jumped up, catching the staff of the creature nearest her, pulling with all her strength. She was a tiny creature, she knew this, no larger then 5 feet tall, with long ice blue hair streaming down her back to the back of her knees, her ears were long, pointed and curved, ice blue fur that resembled the frost on trees in mid winter grew from their tips. Her skin was the color of the snow that now fell about her and her eyes were a deep sapphire blue slanting upwards upon sculpted features. If one did not know a frost elf, they would swear she was a creature of winter or a statue built of snow. The hood of her cloak fell back revealing her face to the other beings and they stopped their cursing, staring at her with what could be only some sort of calm awe. She snarled slightly at them, she knew she was one of the most enchanting frost elves in their kingdom, but to be stared at so boldly? How dare they? She froze as the ancient tongue was spoken to her, "I see you Frost Elf, I am Sandaron, High Elven Prince Consort of Sentarshedeen." Shocked, she took a step back the stolen staff still clutched firmly in both hands. " I see you Sandaron, I am Princess Alania of the Lost City of Umbria." She sighed softly moving her mouth as she spoke. "I sought freedom not attack." She stepped lightly in booted feet. "My people were watching the weather patterns of late and know these storms are not of our doing. It is not kind of mages to manipulate our work that takes us our waking time to prepare." She stated firmly if not at all a bit annoyed. Her Grandmire had told her that Frost Elves, Water Elves, Fire Elves and Earth Elves still exsisted, but chose to live in their lost cities to only help the Gods of the Elements work their seasons. She had told her that the High Elves held the land and protected it and as it was that was how it would always be. Yet, Alania had craved freedom from the lost City, she had craved to meet knew creatures, to see the outside world. It was not true that Frost elves hibernated in the Summer and Spring, oh no, work had to be done, preparation for Winter was always abound, but they rarely ventured down from their snow covered mountains, rarely welcomed the green things and the sun. She could bear the light, but direct sunlight could injure her skin and burn her, but in the spring and summer months her hair went from the icy blue to the deep royal blue of the water Elves. Only difference is her magic never changed. Legend had it that At one time all the Elves were one race, the warrior race, and among them lived the Elven Mages, However after the firsts great war the Elves had taken an oath, the High Elves would protect the land for as long as they could continue their race, and their magic was made into a small magick, more an art then magick really. The remainder were given the choice and the magicks of the elements. In a dream your elemental came to you, you bonded and slowly the Elven Mages took on the appearances of part Elf, Part troll for elves had never been known to bear tails before. They moved their cities where they could watch over the land and bring on the changes in the seasons. Alania was a Princess in her city, one of twelve. The twelve sister Princesses lived to serve the gods, they were trained and guided into their paths, but recently, Alania had felt anxious, her area of the world was freezing over to quickly, Autumn had barely begun when the first frost hit and it was not her doing. She sensed the magic and it took her by surprise, it was more power then most mages undertook in one weather working, but it was a question as why they would chose to freeze the land. Months past and while she watched she realized a thaw was not coming, spring would not awaken under these snow and icy plains and forest. That could not be. Seasons must change. So she left, seeking what she could not find in the lost city. Whoever this mage was, he/she was controlling something far beyond their own gain and they must be stopped.
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