Resu"At first glimpse, one might see a striking blue male, beauty without near compare.
At second glance, one would notice the sword on his back an realize he must be very strong.
At third look, one would know, merely by the gleam in his eye and his confident posture, that he is a Warrior."~Characters Used In This Story~
"Phoebe - Elf Princess of the High Mountains
Amaro - Elf King, Phoebe's Father "
Far up in the High Mountains, wandering through the wooded forrest, was a beautiful youth. Just watching her pass you by, one might think she is a lovely human, but if you look more carefully, you would notice the defined point of her ears. Why, she is not a human at all! She's an elf, the High Mountains Elf Princess Phoebe, to be more precise. Her long, silky hair rolls down her back, stopping at her hips, and is a very pale, while-blonde color. Her eyes... My goodness, they are a vibrant purple color, with little streaks of white bolting through them. Phoebe is, though, very short for an elf, standing a mere 5'8, and is very thin and lean. But don't let her delicate looks fool you, because this little Princess can pack quite the punch, full of spunk and attidude.
She stopped at the very tip of the hill she had been climbing up, and looked far down into the valley that now lay infront of her. Leaning against the nearest tree for support, she waved down at some of her friends who were out in the pastures, tending to the animals like the sheep and cattle. Looking farther back and she laid her eyes upon the glorious, white marble city which was her home. The name of the city was Torre Bianca, which means White Tower, a name that very well suited the huge, glimmering white city.
"My daughter, what are you still doing here? Do you not want to make it to Vinara, the Land of Faerres, before the next creature is won? Do you not want your chance at all? I have heard that the newest Faerre, Resu, is a warrior, a fighter, stubborn yet loyal, just like you." A deep, wise old voice spoke from behind the girl, and she jumped in surprise, nearly losing her footing. Turning towards the direction of the voice, her eyes landed on her father, and she frowned softly.
Her father was a tall man, standing at least 7'3, which was typical for an elf of his gender and age. He had hair the color of freshly wet mud, a murky brown, with deep gray eyes and a scruffy face. He was 3,241 years old, meaning he looked like he was in his late thirties, early fourties.
"I know father, you've already told me this many times in the past few days. I do want to go, oh so badly, and win the heart of this brave Faerre, but I-... I am afraid. I want to win Resu as a companion more then anything I've ever wanted before, but-. But what if I'm not good enough for him? A Princess like me, coming from the High Elf Race, and being rejected infront of how many common humans? I-I don't know if I could stand it.." Phoebe said to her father, violet eyes locked on the ground before her, voice barely more then a whisper.
"Oh, my precious Phoebe. How are you going to know if he would choose you, if you do not go? Would you be able to live with yourself if your mind was constantly thinking about the 'What ifs' of your actions?" Amaro spoke softly, eyes locked on his daughter. He seemed genuinely calm and serene, at the moment, while his daughter was the near opposite, frazzled and filled with worry.
"Go now, My daughter. It is a good few days Journey to Vinara, and you will need to rest along the way. But before you go, here, take these two items, to help show this warrior Resu just what he may gain from coming here. And remember, You can do this." Amaro said, handing his daughter a a small, round snow-globe, and a shimmering sword scabbord, as white and pure as the city in which these two elves lived in.
Phoebe took the two items with shaky hands, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she looked up into her father's eyes. Her lips curled up into a tiny, soft smile, and she wrapped her arms tightly around the waist of the older Elf, blinking back anymore tears that threatened to pour out of her eyes. Pulling back, she met his gaze, and instantly, she felt her resolve harden, posture getting taller and more confident of herself as she spoke again, voice now even-toned and sure.
"Thank you Father. I will return home soon. Farewell for now..." And then, the young female elf slipped past Amaro, each hand clutched on one of the precious items that her father had given her. Now, Phoebe's mind was strong, holding firm to her new resolve. She could do this.
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It was the second day of her three day journey, and yound Phoebe had yet to take a single break. She was a stubborn elf, especially when her mind was set firm on something, like it was now. She was going to make it to Vinara in time to have her own meeting with Resu, and try to win over his loyalty and his trust as best as she possibly could.
She continued on through the forrest, footsteps barely making any sound, something that had taken years of practice to do. Phoebe was in land that was strange to her, and she didn't need to run into some carnivorous creature that wanted nothing more then to make a meal out of her.
Her keen purple eyes scanned everything around her, from the tiny dewdrops on the tree leaves, to the berries on the bushes near her, to the little twigs and and dead matter underneath her feet. Her pale colored hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, so that the strangs wouldn't get in her face and block her vision. She had long since shed her light-green dress, and instead was merely in a padded black bodysuit, something she always wore for extra protection against attacks. Her feet had knee-high, lace-up black boots, no heel, so they would make the least amount of noise possible. Her mind was foggy, trying to figure out what to say to Resu when she got to Vinara, but there was one thought that was clear.
"I only have one chance..."~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The sun was high in the sky, symbolizing that it was around noon time, when Phoebe finally arrived in Vinara, purple eyes instantly landing on an extremely long line, so long she couldn't even see the begining. Her eyes scrunched together in confusion, and she walked over to the human who was at the very end of the line, lightly tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.
"Excuse me, Sir. But I just arrived here after traveling for several days from my home, and I stumbled across this line. Would you please be kind enough to tell me why all of you are waiting in such an atrociously long line?" The elf asked the older gentleman, who seemed completely bewildered that she didn't know why they were waiting.
"Why, this is the waiting line to have your meeting with the Faerre warrior Resu, of course! Did you expect it to be short?" The old man said very matter-of-factly, sticking his nose up as if he couldn't believe how insolent Phoebe was. Without waiting for an answer from the young elf, he turned his back to her, completely ignoring her presence from then on out.
Phoebe was taken aback at how rude he was, considering the way everyone acted very sweet and loving towards her back home. But then she realized something. This wasn't home, this place was full of humans, and a good many humans despised Elves because they were different. And so, in this way, some elves despise humans, feeling like they are very superior to the inferior creatures. But that was not the case with Phoebe, for her parents had not raised her that way. So instead of shouting out some repugnant comment, she simply shut her mouth, and crossed her arms over her chest, feet planted firmly in spot as she began to wait.
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Phoebe was nearly shaking in her boots, actually, her hands were shaking, so severely that she had to grip on to her gifts for Resu extra tight in order not to drop them. Why was she so nervous all of a sudden? Because she could see the mighty warrior Resu, the Faerre Queen, and many other Faerres who had come to watch the farewell of their dear friend. Sure, he would be back, but for a Faerre to choose a companion.... It was a big deal.
The blonde-haired elf had long since pulled her hair down and spent time combing through it with her fingers, something to do as she waited for those many hours. The sun was nearly set in the sky, everyone around who was watching, was begining to rub their eyes and yawn. The strong Resu was currently being 'wooed' by the old, rude man who had been infront of Phoebe the entire wait, and to be honest, the Faerre seemed to be getting quite bored. This was not a good sign, not at all. Why? Because the Elven Princess was going to be the very last one to try to gain Resu's trust, and if he was bored, there was a good chance he wouldn't even pay attention. She could only pray to the Great God in Heaven that her brief interview would go well.
Finally, the grey-haired man bowed to Resu and stumbled away, and thats when the Warrior's eyes fell upon the Elf, locking with mine.
"You can do this..." Phoebe heard her Father speaking to her again, and thats when her will-power and resolve strengthened, her shaking stopping. She COULD do this, she believed in herself and she knew that, whatever happened, it was for the best.
Through-out this short period of time, Phoebe's eyes had never broken away from Resu's, her confidence and determination shining brightly in every ounce of her being. She lifted her head up high, puffing out her chest and standing tall, as she stepped forward towards the Faerre Warrior, stopping just a foot or two infront of him. She lowered her body down onto her knees, but, to the shock of many by-standers, she did not bow.
"My dearest Resu, forgive me if it is disrespectful not to bow to such a mighty warrior as yourself, but you see, where I come from, it is the highest of dishonors for one to bow to anyone who is not my God, A King, or A Queen." Phoebe began to explain herself in a calm, level voice.
"Now, please let me introduce myself formally. My name is Princess Phoebe Catalina Biane, and I am from Torre Bianca, the Great Elven city far within the High Mountains. I have been constantly traveling for a matter of three days straight, from my home to be able to visit this beautiful city of Vinara, in hopes to be able to meet none other then you. I have heard so many wonderful things about you, Dearest Resu, but one very tiny, trivial detail, caught me the most. I have heard how you are fiercely loyal to your Queen, and your City, that you would lay down your life for them if the need ever arose. That you are brave and daring in battle, never acting rashly, but instead always remembering your training, knowing that to win a fight, you must keep your head. Why would this matter to me, though, you may be wondering. Well, My Father often describes me in the very same way to his friends and council. In my home of the High Mountains, there are many things that have yet to be seen by any other species of the world aside from my Elven people. But I do believe that you are honorable enough to be the first, for there are many things that you could learn and bring back to your Queen, which you have said is your goal." Phoebe continued with her speach, pushing her hair back so Resu could see her pointed ears when she told of her race, and alowing a small smile to appear on her face as she explained their similarities.
"I know that you are seeking a very special companion, one who can show you the outside world to help bring the information you learn back to your people, the Faerres of Vinara. I believe that, if you choose me, you would be able to gain so much knowledge about 'The Outside World.' If I may, I'd like to show you an example or two of what my home is like. Actually, they are gifts for you, if you would honor me so much as to keep them, even if I am not the companion you choose to bless with your prescence." It was at this time that the beautiful blonde Elfess took the two items she had been so carefully protecting over the past few days and set them infront of her, before Resu.
"The first thing that I would like to give you, honorable Resu, is this Snowglobe. It may seem very simple, or even be considered a very stupid gift to some, but please listen. This is not just any average snowglobe that you can buy or win at the common gift store. This snowglobe was forged deep withing the bowels of Torre Bianca, by my father's dearest friend, Merlin. Merlin is a very powerful wizard, and he was able to enchant this snowglobe after his younger brother, Maxwell, created the actual item. The enchantment is quite simple, actually. All you have to do is hold the snowglobe in your hand, or for you, you could just place your paw gently on the glass, and you merely ask it to see something happening in the city. You could ask to see what the King is doing, or where a specific servent is, or anything else of that sort." As she spoke, Phoebe picked up the Snowglobe, holding it close to her chest. As she finished her explanation, she stood up and walked nearer to Resu, gently putting the Snowglobe down, just a few inches away from the mighty Warrior. After this, she backed up again, now picking up the white scabbord, which now appeared to be glowing white.
"The second, and last thing that I'd like to give you, is this new scabbord for your sword. You do not have to use it, if you prefer the one you are currently wearing, but if you would at least accept my humble offering, I would be greatful. This scabbord was made from the leather hide of a dragon named Amethyst, who recently past away due to old age. She always said that when she finally died, she wanted to be put to good use, not just burried or burned out of respect. And so, since she was a healing dragon, the Scabbord still contains some of her powers. When you are wearing it around your waist, with your sword in it of course, it gets to work right away, and it only takes a short amount of time before the powers of this Scabbord completely restore your sword to its former glory. So if it snapped in battle or was used untill it was completely dull, just a small period of time in that Scabbord and it will be as good as new." Phoebe explained, now stepping forward with the Scabbord Belt in hand and placing it in front of him, about an inch or two away from the first gift.
And now, with her final gift now given, she lowered her head in respect, though one thing about her had never changed since she first approached the Great Warrior Resu. Their eyes had never broken apart from each other, not even for a moment. And giving him a light nod of the head, she turned on her heel and slipped into the crowd, who were now anxiously awaiting the Warrior Faerre's decision.
