My father unwavering took his fighting stance as did the other elves in the forest. Unease filled me as they came into the light of the fires and I knew that it was those men that now attacked our home. In the distance beyond the flames I heard the clanking of armor and the sound of thunder that I knew could only be coming from the feet of the warhorses the men I had seen rode. My father stood at the forefront of the elves shouting words of encouragement in our native language. Peeking through a knothole in the closet to the outside I could see the fire and devastation. I will return for you when this is over." Dread filled me as he closed the door and ran down to face the attackers. Fearing for me my father rushed me to the top floor of our tree house and placed me in the closet.
Fire and arrows rained from the sky and screams split the night air.
MY SECOND LIFE FULL
On the night of the full moon during the third month after seeing the treacherous men, it happened. My father, however, did not feel the same as I did and would tell me that I had far more power in me than I yet realized and so encouraged me more and more with my spells than with my swordsmanship. I was not as fearful, as I saw no real talent in myself with magic, I saw my abilities with the dagger and sword to be far superior to that of my spell work. My father would always encourage me but would warn me not to work past my limits for fear that I would injure myself or possibly even burn our home to the ground. I tinkered and toyed with combinations of the words trying to come up with my own spells. I would soak in the words of the spells like a sponge and store them deep within myself to call on during a time I may need them. Oftentimes I heard the other elves of the forest call me mediocre at best, but nonetheless I trained as hard and as long as my mind and body would allow.
I was not what you would call extraordinary during my lessons. I soaked in all the information and continued to train even when my father could not teach me. On the nights he did not take watch he increased my training in spell work and weaponry teaching me about daggers and swords and the proper way to wield them. My father, who always heeded my warnings, stayed on edge and took more and more of the border watches as time went on hoping that he could stay any attackers before they reached our lands. "No mortal men will harm our home," they would tell me and then dismiss me away without a second thought. My grandparents brushed my intuition aside due to my youth and inexperience. A month, then two passed after my horrible encounter in the ruins but I could not shake the feeling that something dangerous was coming.
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