A fantasy story about a young elf facing a family crisis.

The light shone through the stained glass windows into the workshop, casting intriguing patterns of red and green onto the floor at her feet. Seyenna sat in the corner, a picture of beauty, surrounded by silk yarns in shimmering colours. Sounds of music and children laughing floated in from outside. Everything was peaceful. Everything was still.

All of a sudden, the peace was broken by an anguished cry, and a ball of silk flew across the room. It hit the wall at the other side and fell to the floor in a tangled heap. Seyenna leapt out of her chair , her face red, and started across the room. She had never been able to get the hang of this job. It was just so frustrating. She wasn’t the most graceful of elves and the silk was just too fragile for her fingers. Her heart sank as she picked it up. So many strands were broken that the ball was practically useless. She would have to ask Yaneol for some more.

Luckily, that could wait until tomorrow. Seyenna headed out of the door, cringing as she heard it slam behind her. No doubt somebody would be waiting for her tomorrow to remind her to be more graceful. As an elven maiden, a large amount of emphasis was placed on being graceful and silent. For example, elven maidens were taught to glide, not walk, and certainly not stamp.

Many elves in the village blamed Seyenna’s less then feminine manner on the fact that she had been raised by her brothers, Grigai and Filorris. Their parents had died when Seyenna was very young, and her brothers were the only family she had left.

Grigai and Filorris worked in the forests around Erisis as Woodland Protectors. Grigai was the leader of a band of Woodland Archers, and Filorris was a Ranger. Rangers were very important to the village of Erisis, as they were the elite, the most highly trained of all the Woodland Protectors. Both brothers worked long, hard hours to keep Erisis safe. Erisis was one of the more difficult villages to protect, as there was many bands of giants and ogres living nearby, as well as untold number of beasts further out. For the most part, the beasts steered clear of the forest but the threat was still there.

Seyenna envied her brothers. Being raised by them meant that she saw them train and move up through the ranks. She held their shield as they practiced their sword skills and waxed their leather armor before they set out into the forest. Grigai always said, “A weakness in the armor is a weakness in the soul.” Seyenna never really understood this statement, but Grigai was a wise man, so she always made sure the armor was well kept.

Lately, Seyenna had become more and more envious of Grigai and Filorris. She waved them off for their day in the forest, then set of to her own job in the weaving workshop. She hardly ever admitted it, even to herself, but there was nothing Seyenna wanted more than to strap on her own armor and head into the forest behind them.

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