So here I was, on the beginning of my great journey of self-exploration. I began with a gentle trot through the forest that bordered our town. I rode upon my trusty mare, Raine.
She had a beautiful chestnut brown coat and stunning oaky eyes. She was one of the fastest in the town and I had raised her since she was a foal. She stayed by me always and I was grateful to her. We were cautious through the forest as I did not want to disturb the elves that lived here. Although usually peaceful creatures when disturbed they can strike with ferocious force.
The forest itself was beautiful, mystical. A soft green light shimmered through the trees as the sun hung high in the sky. Little creatures scuttled across the forest floor, diving into the foliage as we neared. Flowers grew next to the dusty track that had been carved from the footprints of a thousand travellers before me. They ranged from beautiful lavender blue-bells to multicoloured foxgloves. I was tempted to gather some, but with my mother’s passing I felt no need to re-kindle old memories.
In the distance I could hear the trickle of the stream and headed toward it, it leads south heading to the main river of Amu. This would take me into the deeper forests of Lithian. There I would consult the elven elder as to what the strange language at the bottom of the note meant. It was nothing I had seen before.
After a while I felt Raine grow a little weary, as did I. So I dismounted and took a small sip from the stream beside us, encouraging Raine to do the same. It was in these waters I gazed upon myself.
My deep black hair was rough and messy, through all the work in the village I had no time to clean myself up apart from to shave in a morning. The strangest thing about me was my eyes, everyone agreed with this. I had blue eyes, tinted slightly lavender. Which was not a human colour at all and only made me wish to find my past even more. I wore light leather clothes, enough to keep me safe and not to weigh me down. At my side I carried my dagger; on my back I carried my quiver and bow.
In my years in the village I had become a hunter. I could shoot a deer a few miles away and my hearing was excellent. This is why when the leaves rustled behind me, shadowed by the faint echo of footsteps I stood bolt upright, “who’s there?” I called, hoping it was not a bandit. I did not intend to shed blood on this journey. Though I knew how to defend myself if such a situation arose.