Kireta was born as a twin, in a small cottage deep into the wilds of Elanthia. The night Kireta and her twin sister Mistaia were born, there was a horrible invasion from the Krolvin in the town in which they lived. Krovoln swarmed the town, ambushing houses and tearing down buildings with seemingly no care or cause. The two newborn elves were not 3 hours old before the door was busted down by a burly Krolven warrior. Quickly Qane rose to his feet, to defend his new family against this rather hairy intruder, but alas, his defenses were not enough and he was sharply dismissed. Llaedra sat on the small cot, craddling her two little girls. The Krolven stomped over to her and snached Mistaia swifly from her arms! With that, the monster fled, and Qane ran close behind yelling and cursing, promising his baby daughter he would find her. Alas, years went by and still no sign.. Kireta got older, as little elfs do. Her ears pointed distinctfully, and her eyes grew sharper as each day passed. Violet, they were.. a very pecular shade. None the less, Llaedra sat for hours every day, brushing Kireta's hair and talking to her. She did so love her little daughter, and as much missed her other, Mistaia. Llaedra tried not to think of the night Mistaia was snatched from her hands by the evil Krolven. In fact, she lived her life quite simply, enjoying life for what she had.
As Kireta reached the age of 10, her father Qane began to show her the basics in sword fighting and magics. He spent long days advising her on the advantages of wizardry compaired to sorcery. Kireta wanted nothing more than to follow in her dear mother's footsteps, to become a sorceress like she. After a while, even Qane did admit she had gotten good with the sword and even better with the magics!
And so life went on, and it went on. One morning in her 15th year of life, Kireta awakened to find her mother and father missing from the cabin. She stood and walked to the kitchen, confused now. She had a bad feeling. On the table was a peice of parchment with her mothers handwriting scribbled in obvious speed. Kireta squinted at the parchment and read aloud,
"My Dearest Kireta, I am sorry we had to leave so swiftly, there was no time to spare. A Krolven Warlord arrived at the door this evening with a message from Mistaia. Evidentaly, he befriended her when she was just a wee child, and he raised her in his home, hiding her from his comrades in fear for her life. He said that he told her about what happened when she got older and she wants to meet us. But alas, the Krolven's discovered her hideaway, and stole her! We are off to save her, daughter. Please take care and be safe. The house is yours to care for until our return. Your mother, Llaedra"
Kireta bowed her head to cry. Could this be true? Her dear sister, alas she had missed much of her. Was the Warlord really Mistaia's friend? Or was he attempting to capture her parents as well? The questions raced on in her mind.
She decided to get geared up and venture off to find her parents and twin sister. She got the old training gear from inside the closet, and took her fathers finest dagger. Off she went, through the familiar woods, and right into the not so familiar area surrounding..
Kireta walked, and she walked. She walked on and on, and still found nothing. Her hunger was growling at her painfully inside her stomach, and her mouth was so parched, she could drink her own blood. She stopped.. was there a noise?
She heard it again..
It sounded much like people laughing! Kireta beamed and ran ahead. She stopped when ahead of her loomed a giant gate with people walking in and out joyfully.
Kireta tiptoed from behind the trees and stared at all the differant people. There in front of her was a man 12 feet tall! She gasped and ran inside the gates, as to not get stepped on. The had never seen so many odd looking people in her life! There were elves without pointy ears, there were very very short people, and alike, very tall people. She felt surrounded by mystery and wonder! She wandered the town for days, eventually renting a room in the local inn, Thrak's. There she could eat every day, and see lots of strange new people. She even thought that her parents and sister might be in this town, which she had learned was called Weihnimers Landing. Years passed, and she stayed there. She began to rampage around town with a mage she had met, Jadensaige. The two would laugh for hours, showing eachother secret places and whispering joyfully.
One day Kireta was sitting in Thrak's Inn at a table with her friend Tazir, who she hadn't seen in a very long time. He looked very serious when he told her to meet him there, and he said it was urgent. Carefully, he told her that he had recieved news from Mistaia, whom he had met when he and others ambushed the Krolven hideaway and saved her. He told her that Mistaia was waiting to meet her! Kireta gazed out into the dining room, and sitting there was an elvan woman who looked just like her! She jumped up and ran out to meet Mistaia, who was equally as exited to see her long lost twin! The two hugged as if they had known eachother all their lives, and starting talking quickly about what happened, and everything that had happened since! As it turned out, the Warlord that summoned her parents so long ago was telling the truth! But by the time he snuk them into the villiage, his former comrades were waiting for them. She said that Qane and Llaedra had gotten away, but her friend died. She said this with tears in her eyes, and Kireta hugged her, kissing her head. This meant that there was hope yet, for them to be a family again! Mistaia said that she was engaged to a man named Tiirath.. a warrior. She said that they had plans to be eloped and run off into the wilds together to start a family. All this was alot to hear, after the years she had spent alone. Kireta and Mistaia made plans to hunt together later, and Kireta retreated to her room at the inn.
Kireta became accustomed to hunting in a place called the catacombs, where there was an abundance of rats. She found that when she hunted them for long periods of time, she felt very satisfied, and would oft go to rest in the cul-de-sac. One day she was resting there, with Mistaia, talking to a few people they had been becoming friends with, when a beautiful elven woman with long dark hair walked in. Immediatly the two locked eyes, and Kireta's mouth hung open in suprise, as her friends gazed on looking rather confused. It was her mother! After all that time of looking, Llaedra had end up finding her! Kireta said a swift goodbye to her friends and then headed off with her mother and Mistaia, to speak with Qane, their father.
They went to Frith's Inn and had a seat at Qane's table. Kireta sat down smiling at her father, and kissed his cheek. He looked so differant.. his face was hard and thin, his hands dirty. His gaze was filled with hatred. He didn't seem much happy to see her or Mistaia, after all this time.
The conversation that day was short, and as she left the inn, her mother gave her a strong embrace, murmuring that things would turn out ok. She held Kireta's face and whispered to her "Tis the devil in him, daughter. Tis driving him mad"
And Kireta nodded, wondering to herself if things would ever be the same, or even close.
As it turned out, things would never be the same again.
Kireta and her mother spent much time together. Kireta found out that she had a brother and a sister, Selious and Angelaca. Unfortunatly, Qane and Mistaia were rarely involved in this time spent, for he was oft too busy fighting off the creatures that threatened the Landing daily, and she too busy with Tiirath. Kireta's parents began to have problems, which Llaedra would speak about with Kireta noncholantly, as if things were going to turn out just fine. After a few weeks of this drowsiness, it was made known that Qane died in battle. Llaedra cried for days and weeks. She cried and Kireta couldn't help her. After this, her mother fell into a deep sleep and would not be awakened. So alone, Kireta faced the world for the second time. She began again with Jadensaige, and the two became rather close. They were oft seen sneaking out of Helga's Tavern with a mug of grog for trophy, laughing hysterically. There was rumers of the two becoming a couple! Kireta then faced trouble with a group of Sheru worshippers who's god was enemies with her god, Ronan. She fought them all, always with a conflict of beliefs. She fled to Icemule Trace to be free of them, and Jadensaige followed her. The two grew in love and finally, Kireta's stomach began to grow. It became obvious that she was pregnant! So at 15 trains, 37 years old, she had her first child, and named him Frostybrook. Jadensaige and Kireta raised their son in Icemule, and urged him to focus on his studies. This is when Llaedra awoke.. Kireta heard news of it through an old friend who oft came to visit her. Quickly she gathered up her family and headed for the Landing! Her mother was there, just as beautiful and not a day older than the one she fell asleep on! Kireta got along quite well with her mother, and Llaedra was delighted with little Frostybrook, who was rapidly becoming 'not so little' Frostybrook. After some time she had another child, Marguiriite, and finally Melikita. Her hair faded to a brilliant silver color, as she grew older. She in fact, grew older than her mother, as her mother was asleep for so long. How strange it was to have a mother younger than yourself! And what a story to tell those who asked. So, Kireta and Jadensaige built a house on the east bluffs in the Landing, and there they lived happily for the next few years.
When Kireta was 30 trains, 55 years of age, the government of Elanthia began to change rapidly. The citizens were crying out for justice! Everywhere, there was oppression.. people were killing themselves to be free from it. Then there was news that one of the Gods, Lord Aephir, sacrificed himself for what Elanthia had become. This caused many citizens to riot! The lands where a dangerous place to be.. people were imploding the main square of Weihnimers Landing, and the town as a whole took on a wreckless outlook. Faces were not so friendly as they walked by, and mothers pulled their childeren closer when Lord's or Lady's walked by. Kireta's mother, Llaedra seemed to grow sadder, and began staying home for weeks on end. Kireta would go to visit her, bringing her gifts, herbs that she picked from her garden, and other small blessings. Llaedra was grateful of course, and the two would spend hours talking. They were both upset that the friends they had known over the years were killing themselves!
One day when Kireta went to visit her mother, noone answered the door. She tried the doorknob, and it was unlocked, so she let herself inside. There, laying on the bed, was her mother, holding an empty chalice in her hand. She ran to her mother's side, and took the chalice from her fingers. Inside was a small drop of purple liquid, which looked to Kireta like poison! Her mother had killed herself! Kireta stood, holding the chalice in her hand, and imagined herself tilting the cup to her lips, as it was full of the purple liquid, and drinking the fluid. She dropped the chalice. Kireta covered her mother in a spidersilk wrap, and walked from the cabin in tears. And so she cried and cried, and noone could help her. She lay down in a bed of roses and closed her heavy lids, hoping sleep would take her as it did her mother. Alas, sleep did not come. And so she had lost both her mother and her father. Alas the story is to its presant day.
Now that you have read my story, why dont you send me yours?
