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     Fated Beginnings, (Halamar / Aithlin / Alyan)
    Halamar Frostmelt
     Posted: Feb 26 2016, 04:44 PM
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    Januar 04, 311 A.S.

    A frigid gust of air stung his face as he stepped through the doorway, quietly shutting the heavy wooden door behind him. It locked into place with a dull click, held in place to conserve heat. Starkly cold even at midday, though the sky stretched open and clear above the trees, the boy of ten leaned into the wind that occasionally snapped through the walk-ways, and howled at the massive oaks shielding the Holt. Young by any races’ standards, this was the worst winter of his childish recollection, despite the rare day of sunshine. With his free right-hand, Halamar pulled the furred-hood of his cloak over his head, simply to protect his ears against the biting cold, and clutched a handful of old scrolls under his left arm lest they be lost to the wind.

    To lose them would be to have lost the singular purpose for his modestly clandestine outing - having ‘borrowed’ the rolls of heavy parchment from his father. To add that these scrolls were in fact not his would make things doubly worse: from his father he could expect a protracted lecture that would last years; a perpetual look of disappointment and shame that would wear away Halamar’s spirit. Terrifying, for an elven boy of ten. The boy’s left arm tightened its hold, and kept a hurried pace over the rough walkways.

    His winding trail led him southward, away from the village proper through a meandering tree-branch pathway that eventually left the main bridges behind; Halamar simply slipping off into a spider-webbing network of branches and into the trees in a manner that no adult could have likely followed. Having followed this route before, he had little concern for the prospective dangers. He felt alone, the hollow cry of the wind seemed distant and remote. The climb ended upon reaching a massive winteroak, notable in both its age and scale, selecting the same branch as previous excursions to this spot - large and wide enough for Halamar to sit comfortably without risk of falling, and through large gaps in the foliage above him it lay bathed in sunlight. The sense of isolation was unmistakable; the perfect place to read in solitude.

    He sat cross-legged, back against the prodigious tree - feeling quite comfortable in what his childish mind conceived of as his ‘hiding spot.’ Stuffing the scrolls between his legs, he unfurled the first one - a historical account of the building of the Fortress Wall - and began to read, quickly engrossed. The scrolls were an assorted lot, of his father’s interests history and educational material took the forefront. For Halamar, however, the stimulation of his imagination was what his mind craved, naivety aglow with wonder, fumbling and muddling at understanding. Enraptured by imagination, time and the outside world drifted away...
    Aithlin Snowflurry
     Posted: Feb 28 2016, 01:06 AM
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    Slashing hard at the dummy in front of her, Aithlin only concentrated all her strength into the critical hits upon any person’s weakness. The outside of her scarf was covered with droplets of ice as she exhaled, an opaque of white smoke quickly disappeared into the freezing air. Covered from head to toe against the chilly weather, only her crystal clear sapphire eyes were revealed beneath her layered of clothing. Not a speck of cloud within the vibrant blue sky and the trees swayed against the wind. It was about that time of the day already and sheathed her sword.

    “Aithlin! Wipe down your sweat before you climb the mountain.” A booming loud male voice pierced through the air and she shouted right back, “Yes, father!” Like any daily routine, she had finished a big part of her training just at midday. Before she went inside, she pulled down her scarf, revealing her beautiful childish features and stuck her tongue out to capture a fluffy snowflake. Giggling, she twirled around a few times with her eyes closed and fell backwards onto the soft fresh snow.

    Staring into the vast azure sky, Aithlin loved everything about her home even though majority of the time, it was winter. Moving her arms and legs, she created a snow angel and very carefully got up to look at her work of art. Not too shabby indeed! Satisfied with the moment of fun, she headed home and changed into another pair of thin leathers for easy movement. Also a thick fur coat to protect her from the harshness of the winter. Covering her lower face and pulling the hood over her golden locks, she ensured every part of her was well covered before she departed.

    Gloves and boots all tighten up, she was all bundled up against the cold. Aithlin hooked an elven dagger to her belt and left to climb the nearby mountain. Following a winding trail and away from the village, she took up the trail that lead into the forest, walking over the fresh snow as if she was light as air. Not leaving behind a single track as she walked up the mountain. Not too far up, she spotted the massive winteroak tree that marked the end of the first arc of the bottom of the mountain.

    The closer she got, the more she noticed something unfamiliar within the tree. Wondering what in the world it was, silently and graceful as a gazelle, Aithlin made her way over to the tree. A good distance away, she realized it was her own kind and by the looks of it, an elf child! Who could it be? Her father never sent other children to climb up the mountain with her or allowed her to train with others. Or did her father change his mind?

    Excited, she quickly made her way over and reached the base of the winteroak tree. The kid didn’t notice her as he or she was so absorbed into the scroll. A smirk pulled upon her lips and soundlessly climbed up the side of the tree. Reaching out to grab a nearby branch and elegantly swung herself onto it. Poking her head over to see the hunched over elf, Aithlin leaned over and shouted into the side of the elf’s head. “BOO!”
    Halamar Frostmelt
     Posted: Feb 29 2016, 04:46 PM
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    The soft scrape against the bark, the warmth and pressure of the air; noticed too dimly, absorbed and lost into literature- the sound was an explosion in his ear that rocked his constructed world of imagination- the landscape of history, of wars and conquests, heroes and villains and intrigue, shattered abruptly. His heart hammered in his chest like sudden thunder; his gut sank and clenched into a knot. Adrenaline surged!

    The boy barely stifled a yelp, and lurched to his right-side, as opposite in direction from the sudden source of abject terror as his reflexes could manage - nearly flinging himself off the large branch completely. Crossed-legs fumbled, and the smattering of heavy scrolls scattered into the air with a whisper. They cascaded through the branches, most entangling themselves in the process, clattering and tearing. Two, however, managed to reach the ground, coming to rest somewhere beneath the tree. Meanwhile, as parchment descended through the air, Halamar scrambled for dear life. As his impromptu somersault nearly carried him off the branch, he threw his arms backwards, his left arm nearly colliding with his own face, violently and reactionary. The boy realized only in that moment that he must have removed his gloves at some point while reading, perhaps now presently taking to flight like the assorted scrolls - his hands rasped against the bark, soft flesh of his palms raked, and fingernails bit. Pain flared into his arms, and he choked it down with something close to a snarl, his legs and lower abdomen left dangling helplessly from the large branch.

    Halamar’s mind concocted scenarios of imminent doom: an orc hunting for delicious elf ears; a demon come hungering for his very soul! His reaction when he instead spied an elven girl, even smaller and fairer than him, was one of stunned silence. What began as wide-eyed terror quickly transitioned to confusion - the fleeting hint of utter relief - and then to anger. Still clinging to the tree, eyes narrowed to slits of suspicion and fury, rage blurted from his chest. “What’s wrong with you?!” he screamed into the crisp winter air.

    He scrambled forward, gritted teeth against the effort. He paid little mind to the condition of his clothing and other effects, all concern given simply to righting his balance on the branch, muttering “ouch, ouch…” over and over under his breath. Aside from the two elves, the forest around them seemed uninterrupted, silent and undisturbed save the echo of the wind and the commotion made by two children.

    "That wasn't very nice," he mumbled half into the bark, still in the process of worming himself forward.
    Aithlin Snowflurry
     Posted: Feb 29 2016, 05:23 PM
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    Barely any sound came out of the other elf and he literally fell the other way. Aithlin watched as he flung himself off the branch yet clung for his dear life. The scrolls that sat within the elf’s lap all flew into the wind. Some fell down to the ground while others were caught between branches and she couldn’t help but wince at the sight before her. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to have scared the other kid, oops? Very carefully, she began to make her way over and met the boy’s gaze.

    The poor boy literally wore his emotions on his sleeves and just watched his face transform. Filled with utter horror and scared shitless then turned into shock and confusion. Aithlin beamed her most innocent apologetic smile she could muster in hopes to calm the fellow down instead he turned into an angry monster. He roared out his anger and she covered her ears, the wind carrying his voice away. Okay, she knew what she did was wrong but he didn’t have to be that angry, sheesh.

    So she stood there, crossed both her arms and just watched him struggle, deciding against to helping him out now. That’s what he got for yelling at her when he didn’t even give her a chance to explain or apologize. After a few seconds of his pathetic attempts at trying to pull himself up, Aithlin couldn’t watch him any longer. Rolling her eyes, she threw her arms up in the air as if she gave up and caved in, this is what happens when she is way too nice and too forgiving.

    Aithlin leapt onto the thick strong branch and sat down to ground herself and grabbed both his forearms to secure him from falling. Barked out her command against the howling wind, “Geez, don’t you know anything at all? Look, I got both your arms so swing your legs over to the trunk of the tree. Then you can use both your feet to climb up. Or you can just fall onto the soft snow too. Either way works. What do you want?”
    Halamar Frostmelt
     Posted: Feb 29 2016, 07:23 PM
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    She grabbed onto his arms and he rolled his eyes, his response a dull groan, a curious blend of resentment and mistrust - Oh, gods, why is she helping me now… Although he considered her advice, indecision and nervousness crept towards him; even the mind of a ten-year-old realized how precarious his situation could be, hopelessly at the whims and mercies of a small elven girl. One with a possible predisposition for mischief. This day, at first promising and sublime, had seemingly gone terribly awry...

    He grunted a response - what do I want?! - as he twisted, and swung his right leg up onto the top of the branch, leveraging on the momentum, and hauling himself up following his leg. He breathed an easy sigh of relief, straddling the branch tightly with his legs, and leered at the mysterious girl in a childish exaggeration of his mood. “Fall to the ground?!” he blurted, abruptly. “Are you crazy? And hit-” he paused, leaning to the side and peering down “-like nine branches on the way down! You almost killed me...” His reproach was a quiet and angry grimace as he leaned back, facing her down.

    Mood sullen, Halamar held his hands palm up and examined them - flesh torn and splintered, two nails half-torn. He plucked at the splinters and wiped the blood at the inside of his cloak, gingerly and calmly, taking an inordinate amount of care not to wince in front of this strange girl; he noted the dirty state of his clothing, something he could worry about later, before he got home. It was small compared to the scolls- oh, no…

    Halamar leaned to the side a second time, held his gaze downwards for a moment, then shifted back. Oh, no, the scrolls… his sinking heart was plain on his face. Spirit plummeted. He knew he was in trouble, slumped and dejected. Frustration roiled in his boyish heart.

    “Who are you?!” he demanded.
    Aithlin Snowflurry
     Posted: Feb 29 2016, 10:50 PM
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    The boy twisted and struggled lifting himself up so Aithlin helped pull him up. When he was finally safe, she sighed a relief as well and looked at him only to be greeted by a fierce look. Narrowing her crystal clear sapphire eyes as he all but screamed at her again. Not like she would’ve really dropped him to the ground even if he requested it. She wasn’t some crazy cold hearted person like the orcs. What an ungrateful brat even though she saved him.

    Good thing her lower face was covered by her scarf or else he would’ve seen how angry she really was. Yeah, it was her fault but seriously, not like she intentionally wanted him to get hurt. She was just excited at the fact he could’ve been someone to train with her… Plus that was the first time in her life was she ever scolded twice in a row and not have done anything about it. About to snarl back at him, she saw his scraped hands and two broken bloody nails. Furrowing her brows, she held her tongue. Aithlin ruffled through her pockets and pulled out a healing potion.

    When she looked up, his face began to pale and his spirit worse than before. What is wrong with him? One second scared shitless, then angry like there was no tomorrow and now depressed as if the world ended! Cocking an eyebrow at his demand, “As if I’m going to answer such a rude person. Anyways, here’s a potion. Drink it and it’ll heal your hands or do you need me to push you over the branch so you’re hurt more badly and really need it? Your pick.” Her voice on the edge of patience and really worked hard to not yell at him.
    Halamar Frostmelt
     Posted: Mar 16 2016, 02:29 PM
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    Halamar eyed the potion suspiciously before snatching it from her hand. “Rude?! You practically assaulted me!” He sighed in exasperation, staring down at the vial in his hands. He wiped them on the inside of his cloak once more, the lining now a bloody mess. He leaned back over the tree, looking down at the mess of parchment, his face a cross between despair and anger. If this strange girl didn’t kill him, his father certainly would. Even discounting the importance of the scrolls, the very fact that he had taken them without permission was sure to earn a very stern lecture.

    He uncorked the vial, eyes narrowing at the girl as he did. “How can I even be sure that this is a healing potion? Why have you got one, anyway?” Truth be told, he was in no position to be arguing. There was no way he would make it down from this tree without it, and as much as he hated to accept her help, she was clearly the more capable of the two.

    And the scrolls!

    Most were irreparably damaged but surely a handful could be salvaged? Surely his father would not miss just a few obscure texts? Surely…

    Who was he kidding? His father was beyond meticulous, and had a very careful account of every part of his library. There was no getting out of the trouble he was already in, but the boy still felt a sense of duty to his father. If any of the scrolls could be recovered, he would collect them. And he would need, at least, to accept the potion. Staring at it for a moment, he downed the vial, the bitter flavor causing his face to scrunch up. Almost immediately, the damage to his hand began to repair itself, the wounds closing and leaving only dried blood behind.

    “I doubt you care, but those scrolls were very important. Now I have to find some way to gather them all up, so forgive me if I’m not particularly grateful!” He handed the empty vial back with the last words, glaring at the girl from beneath his hood, his temper flaring again.
    Aithlin Snowflurry
     Posted: Mar 18 2016, 03:49 PM
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    Holy crap, he was seriously a rude ungrateful brat! Good thing he isn’t someone that her father sent to train with her or else he would’ve whined like a dying cat all the way up the mountain! Aithlin clicked her tongue and held back once more and crossed both her arms across her chest. She stared out at the white wintery terrain in front of her and was in no mode to climb anymore. Wishing she hadn’t stopped to check him out.

    Looking at him from the corner of her eyes as he examined the bottle with distrust and kept yapping away. The brat needed to learn to shut his pie hole and just drink the potion already so she could leave without guilt. Then he wouldn’t be able to say she didn’t take care of him when she was the one who got him hurt. “Look I’m sorry for scaring you. And why does it even matter if I had one or not. If you don’t want it, I’ll take it back then.”

    But the boy drank the whole bottle down instead and noticed the wounds healing automatically. Great, now she could leave immediately without any more fuss and have nothing more to do with him ever again. “Look I said I was sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you or anything at all. I thought you were someone my father sent to climb up the mountain together. You don’t have to keep yelling for Xione’s sake! I get the point already.”

    Aithlin spat back at the brat finally, unable to hold back her tongue and stood up. Very carefully, she walked as close to the edge of the branch as she could and caught the ripped scrolls. Then made her way back to him and rolled it up before shoving it back into his hands. Skillfully with many years of practice, she made her way down the tree and quickly gathered the rest of the scrolls. A while later, the pile of scrolls were bundled neatly within her arms and she called out to him. “All fixed and done. Get your butt down here so I can give it to you and be on my way already.”
    Halamar Frostmelt
     Posted: Mar 21 2016, 12:36 PM
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    The boy scowled as Aithlin lashed back, but this did not stop him from intently watching as she made her way down the tree, following each move as she gathered up the scrolls. She was a bully, and obnoxious, and a brat, but at least she was helping now. When she finally called back up to him, he started to lower himself down from the branch, completely lacking the girl’s grace and finesse. As his feet searched for a foothold, he returned her shout, “It’s not all fixed! My father is going to kill me when he sees the shape that they’re in!” His foot caught a hold and he kept on his relatively slow descent down.

    When he finally reached the bottom, he took an inventory of himself, noting that he was still missing his gloves. He approached the girl somewhat cautiously to retrieve his lost treasures. “Why your father would send you to climb a mountain is lost on me! And why would he send me to do it with you?!” His voice was raised, but this time more in disbelief than anger. He certainly didn’t look like a mountain climber! And neither did she! She couldn’t be any older than he was. She was just like Alyan, always getting into some mischief or other.

    Alyan! He had completely forgotten that his friend was supposed to meet him here. They had meant to look for a place to practice swordplay. Halamar had just started learning, his friend fairly experienced from training with his father. Halamar’s father was more concerned with studies and smithing, leaving little time for such fancies. Ever since he had started his practice, though, Halamar had started to fall in love with the blade. He was no expert, but he had a natural talent, and it was good enough to at least make him competitive with Alyan, though he had yet to best him in a duel.

    He shook his head, remembering himself and realizing that he had sounded more than a little dainty with his last remark. “Not that I couldn’t!” He quickly started to correct himself, trying to save face. “But I have to wait for my friend! He’ll be here any minute! We have very important business today, so you just carry on your way and ruin somebody else’s day!”

    TAG@ALYAN
    Alyan Whitemist
     Posted: Mar 23 2016, 01:43 PM
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    The wind howled, carrying a large portion of the winter chill through the Holts. Alyan stepped gingerly along the bridges woven from tree branches, making each step look important and deliberate. He was more concerned about the appearance of care than the actual act, to give the air of importance and power was the most important thing for social standing. Had he not been a young child, carrying two practice blade, he might even have been able to look regal. There truly was no need to be careful, as he had walked along these paths more times than he cared to count, and was intimately familiar with all of the snags and dips along the way.

    Soon he had navigated through the maze of bridges, until he reached his destination. His destination was, by all appearances, a regular tree in the forest. To him, however, it was the exit from the bridges. Alyan hesitated, stopping to "appreciate" the beauty of the nature around him. It was really his way to check if anyone else was watching, he couldn't be caught doing something so undignified as slipping off the paths to go adventure. When he was reasonably certain no one could see him, he swiftly made him way off of the bridge and into the branches. Once he was obscured in the branches, he turned from a respectable elf to a spider. The speed Alyan moved through the trees was quick, a mix of shame and excitement bubbling up.

    As he approached the designated meeting spot, he spotted something that was incredibly unusual. There was another person with Halamar, a girl no less. Halamar wasn't one to be around many people, and Alyan would never expected him to bring a girl to the secret spot. Something simply didn't add up. Alyan jumped from a tree into the snow a few yards away from the two, landing with a flourish. "Halamar, would you care to explain why you have a friend with you? I'm not going to teach just anyone!" His voice was dripping with scorn, though it was for show. Alyan's father told him that real men did not take kindly to unauthorized changes to their plans.
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