Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
"What are you going to do, my dear?"
"I don't know my aunt, there's no work, there's no money, I cannot sit on your neck."
"As long as I can, I'll help you, Siala. And don’t refuse to take my help, you know I won’t give up."
The girl smiled faintly.
"Thanks, of course, Auntie. But I just don’t have the right to sit still. I thought I might also volunteer. I have a magic gift, maybe there they will help me to develop it, and I will participate in the protection of the Ancient Elven Lands."
Mom used to tell herdauther that many centuries ago, the Ancient Elves lived on the South Shores. It was a small Elven state with its own culture and possessions. The legends of those days are almost forgotten, but the great structures of antiquity are still in some territories of the Shores. Nobody dares to demolish them. They say there sleeps posses an ancient magical power. Siala from childhood dreamed of looking at the remains of the structures of the Ancient Race.
Auntie Lilith looked sadly at the girl.
"It's your life, my dear. But war is a dangerous thing. I didn’t want my son to leave. If you go there again and you... oh, don’t you regret the old auntie heart."
The girl again smiled faintly.
"But I have to go. Good-bye, dear aunt."
Embracing Lilith and kissing her cheek, the girl went to the Governor's house.
On the way, she recalled how she spent her childhood in Pirstat. As she ran along these streets, she played with her neighbors. A long time ago between them there was no difference in position, age, and race. Then it didn’t matter whether you were a son of a rich man or a poor elf's daughter. With age, all this has come, long ears and disregard for poverty made people no longer look in her direction.
The family of elves, with whom she communicated before, left the town in search of a better life. From her race, she was alone in the city with her sick mother and aunt. But even the disdain of people didn’t make her despair. Her main goal was to cure her mother.
Here she reached the familiar house of the Governor of the city. But this time she will pass through the main entrance. Siala began to climb the steps to the entrance, gently putting her hand on the beautiful railing. In memory surfaced, as she courted them, so that guests always waited for clean front doors. Now they were a little dirty, no one else cleaned this noble house.
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