Username: Amethyst
Name: Thoria
Gender: Female
The day my element was discovered:The forest beckoned to the young Kiamara, soft wind whispering quietly through the rustling of the leaves, a sweet song. Tall grass fluttered; a few butterflies could be seen flitting around the open clearing, blue on green.
Thoria's eyes, widened, in amazement, she followed the path. It was a simple stone road, and she wasn't sure exactly how she had found it. Small lights lit up the road ahead, flickering softly like will o' the wisps. Though somehow, these small lanterns were
nice, the Kia felt this strongly. They wouldn't ever hurt her.
So she followed.
The path seemed to go on into the distance, the forever land she had only heard about in the stories. Slowly she noticed strong changes, some green poking up from the cobblestones. She felt stronger as she walked past them, somehow.
And then she was there.
Within all her days of searching the forest, she had never seen anything like it. Tall, towering trees whistled- the wind had picked up. Their leaves shone green, emerald light filtering through the foliage. In a circle, almost, the trees spread out and formed almost a dome around Thoria. There was earth beneath her feet; she dug her toes into the ground and raised her head, the breeze blowing her fur back, just a bit, the chill on her muzzle making her feel just a bit better.
And then she heard the first voice.
Listener-It was low, but high at the same time. It was a chorus of voices yet there was only one she could hear. It seemed to contain the weight of a thousand worlds. She spun around, searching for the source.
You have arrived.Thoria closed her eyes and shook her head. It wasn't real! "Who are you?" She questioned. Her voice sounded scared.
We are the protectors of the earth. We are the Green KnightsShe backed up into a tree. "Where-"
Her question remained unanswered as she heard a the tree's branches rub against each other. The wind added to the effect.
We are here and will always be here. We are the trees.
And you have heard us."Trees..."
It was so familiar to her. The trees, her favorites, the ones that she had played in since a child. Trees were the ones that she had broken her arm falling off of, the trees were the ones that would listen to her anger, take her pain.
You are the guardian."I am no guardian."
Her voice, for once, sounded confident.
Nobody has a choice in the most important things of life, Listener. The branches rubbed on each other again. It almost sounded like- laughing. "But you're trees. Earth-"
Do not talk to us about earth! The trees sounded angered.
Earth is all the elements. It is the bringer of life and death. All the elements are balanced- none take the lead as strongest. It is the Listener, the Guardian, as you are, that can control the most noble of the elements: Earth."Control?"
Wield.A flower, nothing special, just a small violet, sprouted from the ground at Thoria's feet. In a matter of seconds, it had wilted, back into the earth. Only a leaf remained. On instinct, she picked it up.
This is from us. A small memory. Use your powers wisely."What?! What do I do? Where am I, anyway? Will I ever see you again? How do I wield my 'powers'?"
A bitter note hummed through the branches of the trees.
Knowledge can only be obtained from experience and time. Wait. Be patient, Listener. We will come again."My name isn't Listener, anyway. It's Thoria."
A small laugh was all she obtained form this comment.
Rest, Listener."It's Thoria..." She muttered, sleepily. Her eyes dropped and the last thing she could remember was the leaf in her paw, slowly getting harder until it felt like glass.
Thoria opened her eyes to a bright summer day. It took a few seconds and then she remembered- her dream! She bolted upright in bed- could it mean anything? She climbed out of the warm bed and heard a small clink. Looking down, a small green spark glittered on the ground. The leaf!
She threw on a sweater and ran outside. Nothing had changed- her forest in the backyard was exactly the same, and she could hear the birds chirping, a sweet little melody. She whistled along, reassured by the fact that nothing had ever happened. Breathing in slowly, she closed her eyes, feeling the warm soil beneath her.
And then, she was startled out of her revere by the plunk of something gold landing on the ground in front of her. It was a yellow sun, the same size as the leaf. As she watched, they somehow grew strings and flew to her paws, attraching on the left one.
She narrowed her eyes in surprise.
The light wind whistled through the treetops, a sound that she could barely hear, a voice in the wind.
A low chuckle.
Just something to remember us by... Extra:Thoria has a small companion that goes with her everywhere. It's a mouse, and his name is Gossamer. He usually rides on her shoulder and makes quite a few snide comments about everyone she meets. I'm going to attempt to get art of the two together...
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