Aralyn Deepburrow was six years old. She looked like a one year old with too much hair which was in two little braids. She waved to her mother before heading to her first day of school with her lunch tin. That afternoon she felt bored when they began teaching magic. Her stubborn nature would soon lead her another way.
A few days later Aralyn was skipping her afternoon of school, magic was tedious. She headed down a path behind the school hut and down toward a small stream when she came across an elderly elf. "Are you skipping class, little one ?" he said.
"No, I was so good at magic my teacher said I dont have to go!" Aralyn lied.
"Perhaps you would be interested in learning something more useful ?" the man said. He wore large robes and appeared to hop along the path. Then he lifted the robes to reveal he was flying !
"Will you teach Aralyn ?" she asked Shyly
"Yes. So you are indeed Aralyn Deepburrow. I thought I would meet you." the old man chuckled. It took Aralyn fifty years to master the flying technique. Afterward the old man would teach her swordsmanship.
However, the day before her 70th birthday(looking 14 years old) she mastered the flying technique and the following day her fiance was bring and birthday present. She would meet Prince Keydos for the first time.
~ To Be Continued ~
