Ceranriel looked up at her father dressed formal white dress. “ Mamae?”
Her father did not look as his own daughter as he put her in a carriage with a strange, knowing he had done a terrible thing, but he needed Dirthamen’s knowledge to destroy those that killed his love, revenge had changed him, twisted him beyond the point of logical reasoning.
“Ar lath ma da’len” Was all he said when the carriage began to leave knowing they would not meet again.
Thought he was wrong, many years after he sold his child off to servitude. He was not surprised to see what his daughter became. Though she was completely different, her hair was no longer like the wheat, nor were eyes blue like the sky nor the soft smile and innocence. She merely stared at him coldly and walking over, an odd light lavender aura appeared around her hand forming into an ethereal dagger. Her hair like the snow covered mountains and lavender eyes which he could not describe. His mouth was dry he could not find the words he needed to say. His thinking was cut short as she charged at him and slit his throat, he couldn’t breathe as blood went down his wind pipe and on his bloody clothing.
“Tel'abelas… Namrian.” She whispered as he died slowly in a pathetic matter and the ethereal blade was no longer needed disappearing. This was her final test. Now Dirthamen had an effective weapon, one that had proven its loyalty.
Ceranriel was a tool in the Elvhenan Empire to an Evanuris who used her as a ploy to get information from others, the Keeper of secrets was funny like that. Though over time she became a threat with her abilities. Though she was still useful, but when Falon’Din needed a champion after losing his over an argument, Dirthamen offered Ceranriel as gift, though after a while she would always come back to him. Though Falon’Din had other ideas, used her like a rabid animal on people in his wars earning the name White Death and then attempted to kill her, he only failed because of his arrogance.
That was long ago now, she regrets many things, but the people are what is important now. The fall of the first home land, slavery, the founding of a new homeland, the second fall…she was there fighting for the people it’s something that she only wished she learnt sooner. Her power has grown since then and knows the elves will endure. She has her hand in history, she is merely a shadow, that if provoked or demanded will rear its ugly head and the White Death might return to the battle field, but for now she watches and waits.