Chapter 1

I was twelve summers old when it all started. I was asleep early one evening in late summer after a hard day helping my father, Allan, bring in the crops on our farm.

I wake up slowly to an argument coming from downstairs.

I hear an unfamiliar female voice say " ... you know the prophesy as well as I do Allan, you are the one with the bloodline and the events have started."

My fathers booms a reply "I am no-longer the young lad I was back in the day who can just drop everything and go galloping though the lands. The fact is I am soon 50 and have not trained properly with the ax for more than a decade"

The followup is in a lower voice, so I cannot hear it. My curiosity is raised, so I get up from the bed and start sneaking towards the stairs to get a look at the unknown woman and to hear the discussion.

At the top of the stairs I can see into the downstairs room.

I see my father, my mother and a truly beautiful woman who was clearly an elf, and not just any elf, she was clearly a true elf. I had seen a couple of wood elves and some half elves before and she was clearly more glamorous than they were.

She is about six foot and six inches tall, fairly slim, as all elves are, her skin is very light and seems to glow with an inner glow. Her hair is yellowish blond and is flowing free to almost her waist. The points of her ears stick out from the hair. Her face is like sculpted by the finest sculptor, not a single feature there clashing with her utter beauty. Her slightly slanted eyes are gray as she turns and looks up at me.

As she looks up at me both my father and mother turn to look at me too.

I guess I should introduce myself and tell a little about my family before going on with the story, so the following hopefully makes more sense.

I am Luvirini Dameira, oldest son of Allan Dameira and Loraine Dameira. At this time I am, as said earlier, 12 summers old, I am already five foot and four inches tall and weight a whooping 74 pounds. (In other words I am skinny as a stick). I have blond hair, blue eyes and slightly pointed ears of those who have elven blood.

My father Allan used to be an adventurer in his youth and has entertained me and many others many evenings of tales of adventure, heroism, success and failures. He adventured for slightly more than fifteen years from about 15 summers old to slightly over 30, until he found my mother and settled down. His magic ax still hangs in the downstairs room and his magic mail shirt still hangs in the closet, but he has been a farmer now for more than 15 years. He 47 summers old at this time and being human, no-longer young.

My mother Loraine is 22 years older than my father, but is effectively much younger, as she is an elf blood, her mother being a wood elf and her father a human ranger. She had worked as a traveling herbalist for 30 years when my father got her settled down. She now acts as the herbalist and healer in our small village of about 200 people. My mother was always the most beautiful woman I knew until now.

I also have two sisters Arisana, who is 8 summers old and Liliana who is 3 summers.

We live in a 30 foot by 20 foot two story house. The whole downstairs is one big room with the kitchen in one end and the living room in the other. Upstairs is divided into the master bedroom at the end and two smaller bedrooms near the stairs.