The sun was high in the light blue sky, with light gray wispy clouds scattered across the pale blue backround of which they were held. The day had already begun, people were tending to their fields, chores, animal hide tanning, and black smithing, among the young adults busily training in the snow scatterd training grounds. An old man with pepper colored hair stood with his arms crossed as he surveyed the students hard at work, "Marlush, poor foot work! You mess up like that again and it'll be your hide they're tanning!" he barked at the young yet to be warrior as he had tripped backwards. The young boy got back up on his feet and continued on with his training, while the old man watched. The man's name was Iven Kaldoras, and he was the Silverwind Clan's mentor, if not the best aged warrior they had. His silver eyes scanned the area as he continued watching the practice match unfold around him. Another man walked up beside him, "No Neden today? Or has she other duties to attend to?" asked the man with slicked back black hair and dark gray eyes. Iven chuckled and shook his head, "Sent her off for hunting and tracking today. Should be back soon enough." he said as he turned and placed his hand on the man's shoulder.
"You know she isn't like the others-She's...She's too rash. She needs more training, Iven. She isn't ready." said the other man, Iven turned to him and sighed, "Are you saying that because you care, or simply because you're her adoptive father, Alexander?" Iven questioned. Alexander sighed and crossed his arms as the two men conversed privately. "I say it because it is true. She has spent nearly half of her life training, and for what? She only wants to leave here.." he said with a tone of disapointment.
Iven shook his head silently and left Alexander to his thoughts. Alexander Wrel was one of the most well known and even feared among his clan's warriors. He was the best of the best and only wished his daughter withheld the same. But up the pathway and behind the village lead to a forest. Further along the path and past trees and stumps, animals, and the river that traveled from the village and up to the forest, sat a figure dressed in light armor and a cloak, she looked straight into the clearing that was before her. "...What....What is this feeling... " she mumbled under her breath as she stared blankly ahead as a cold winter's breeze swept past her. Her one silver and one light ice blue eye scanned the area, something didn't feel right to her, as she felt as though something was off and out of order. The young woman stood up and slowly began to make her way back down to the village, but little did she know that something was watching her from the shadows. Under the large wall of rocks, in the shadows of the formation two golden eyes scanned and locked onto the young woman and as she slowly made her way, as did the large shadowy figure from in the rocks emerge, slowly begining to follow its unknowing prey as it too felt something was a miss, about the wind and her...
"You know she isn't like the others-She's...She's too rash. She needs more training, Iven. She isn't ready." said the other man, Iven turned to him and sighed, "Are you saying that because you care, or simply because you're her adoptive father, Alexander?" Iven questioned. Alexander sighed and crossed his arms as the two men conversed privately. "I say it because it is true. She has spent nearly half of her life training, and for what? She only wants to leave here.." he said with a tone of disapointment.
Iven shook his head silently and left Alexander to his thoughts. Alexander Wrel was one of the most well known and even feared among his clan's warriors. He was the best of the best and only wished his daughter withheld the same. But up the pathway and behind the village lead to a forest. Further along the path and past trees and stumps, animals, and the river that traveled from the village and up to the forest, sat a figure dressed in light armor and a cloak, she looked straight into the clearing that was before her. "...What....What is this feeling... " she mumbled under her breath as she stared blankly ahead as a cold winter's breeze swept past her. Her one silver and one light ice blue eye scanned the area, something didn't feel right to her, as she felt as though something was off and out of order. The young woman stood up and slowly began to make her way back down to the village, but little did she know that something was watching her from the shadows. Under the large wall of rocks, in the shadows of the formation two golden eyes scanned and locked onto the young woman and as she slowly made her way, as did the large shadowy figure from in the rocks emerge, slowly begining to follow its unknowing prey as it too felt something was a miss, about the wind and her...
