The Chronicles of Starlyn

For generations it has been known that elves are immortal except for death by battle or poison. Something strange happens and Starlyn's mother becomes sick with an illness that seems to only be getting worse with each passing day. Starlyn loves her mother and wishes to find any way to help her, yet it seems nothing can be done except to sit and watch. It breaks her spirit but she spends every moment she can with her mother, as she fights frantically for an unknown cure. She went to the elven healers and herbalists but even they cannot find a way. Meanwhile Starlyn's sister Arria takes more drastic measures to try and help their mother, even diving into the restricted books of the elven library about dark magic. The dark magic is dangerous and forbidden for elves to use because it is said that even the willpower of an elf cannot prevail with the touch of a dark taint. Arria is not concerned of her own welfare and dives into heavy studies with the books. Strange things begin to happen, a


1. Prologue


By Craig A. Price Jr.


                A thunderous storm outside rattled the foundation of a small cabin placed in a clearing deep within the forest. It stood alone without any other habitation in sight, yet it was still part of the elven city of Sudegam. The storm seemed to linger only above her cabin as the rest of the night sky was clear without clouds. Beyond the cabin in every direction stars could be seen high up in the sky that shone with such intensity that they seemed to be only just out of reach.

                Inside the cabin a woman stood with long black hair and tall pointed ears. Her prose was clam and gentle with a thin seemingly fragile body, yet sturdy beyond that of any mere mortal. For she was not a mortal, but an immortal - a high elf of the city of Sudegam. There was hardly an elf that could match her in beauty which was saying a lot when elves were considered the fair folk. Compared to humans they seemed that of goddesses or angels of the creator.

                “This if for you mother.” Arria whispered under her breath as she poured more fine dark powder into a glowing black steel pot.

                Her voice was shaken and sad with the thoughts of what she was doing, but in her eyes there was little choice in the matter. The high elves didn’t use magic for many reasons and the few who did study it used such small spells or enchantments to better improve health or other minor things. Arria was doing something that was forbidden to elves by the high king Elsargast. She hoped her love, the king’s advisor, wouldn’t look too shamefully towards her for what she was about to do.

                In her mind it was the only thing she could resort to in able to help her mother. Elves were supposed to be immortal, and yet her mother was dying. It wasn’t supposed to happen and in fact it had never happened before. An elf simply did not die of natural causes. The only way it was supposed to happen was when deathly injured in battle as her father had been killed, or by poison. Arria could not fathom any other elf wanting to poison her mother whom was the kindest elf in all the land. Even so, she had watched her carefully when she became sick as did her sister. They kept all others away from her and monitored her food and drink themselves. Even given the healing potions and herbs from the elven healer Aliquia seemed to be of no use.

                Arria loved her sister, but she knew that if her sister knew what she was about to try she would stop her. She could not be stopped. If there was any chance to save mother it was through the use of dark magic. Arria was resilient to use it to start but after careful consideration and research on the topic through the restricted books in the center library, she finally caved in. There seemed to be a binding life potion that appeared harmless enough if done properly. However, if not done properly it seemed quite deadly. It was a risk that Arria was willing to take. Without her father because of losing him at an early age when Arria was barely a hundred, her mother was the only one she had left whom understood her. There was her sister Starlyn, but at times Starlyn seemed to travel her own path which seemed to be leading away from the elves as a whole. At times it appeared as if Starlyn looked trapped in the elven city and if given a chance she would run- the way she stared at the stars above and how they flickered as she stared up at them in thought.

                Even though her sister always seemed lost in faraway thought her morals seemed to be linked to good standards without even a hint of dark morals in her. Arria was different as in occasion of personal gain or in the aid of others she had found herself with certain thoughts of bad behavior that might help her with her task. There were often times where Arria had gotten her sister Starlyn in trouble when they were younger because of some endeavoring task she wanted to try. The entire while Starlyn would attempt to turn her back saying it was wrong. However, Arria knew that if she tempted her sister with exploring new things it would often keep her intrigued.

                The main room of the cabin where Arria stood alone began to shake as the thunder above her increased. A swirl of purple emerged from the boiling pots that seemed to linger in the air before circling around her in a glittering dust. She felt at the pouch at her firm bosom to retrieve a long strand of black curls. The hair was beautiful and she found it more so than her own- or even her sister’s perfect blond hair that resembled the brightest stars. It was her mother’s strand of hair that was as fine as silk. Her fist clenched to it tightly before dropping it in the steaming pot.

                “Astra elkarr mestril vilett ima anetorr kaztra!” Arria shouted raising both of her hands above her head and closing her eyes.

                A knock at the door startled her and tore her from her concentration. She turned around for a glance but the room began to shake uncontrollably. Arria gasped in horror as one thick strand of her once perfect black hair turned white and fell into her face. Her eyes transformed from warm water blue into coal grey. She tried to move but found that she couldn’t as if the magic was holding her in place and it seemed to draw her towards the hissing pot. Her once beautiful smooth pale skin began to darken slowly.

                Finally the pounding of the door seized as it busted open with three elves looking into the cabin. Each wore a stunned expression as they stared from Arria to the rattling pot before her. There were two male elves with long brunette hair and one female with the brightest most beautiful hue of blond that stared horrified at Arria. The blond took a step forward against the weight of the dark magic that seemed to blow against her, causing her beautiful hair to flutter behind her face.

                “Arria, please stop, you don’t want to do this!” She begged with a faced shadowed in fear.

                “You don’t know what I want! With this power I can save mother!” Arria proclaimed as a single tear cascaded down her darkening face.

                “This is not the way- you will be cast out for this!” She exclaimed with her voicing shaking a breath away from tears.

                “It is the only way! Can’t you see? Or have the rest of the elves blinded you from the truth, with their fears of the ancient magic? It can be controlled!” Arria promised as she looked into her sister’s eyes with hope that she was still trying to convince herself with.

                “You know I want to save mother as much as you do!” She yelled with tears bleeding down her face in streams, “If you continue, I will be forced to take action!”

                Arria stared deep into her sister’s eyes with regret in sorrow swirling in her changed eyes. She took a deep breath and looked back to the large pot swirling with dark and purple magic. “I’m sorry sister, it is too late.”

                The rest of her hair began to transform into the snow white that the first strand had. Her once black hair became a thing of the past to be replaced with a curtain of silk white. She began to utter more strange words under her breath towards the pot and it seemed to transform with each word. The rest of her once pale skin became dark until her entire body was a light charcoal in hue.

                Behind her Starlyn strung her bow and pointed it at Arria’s head. Tears streamed down her face like a waterfall as she prepared to release the arrow. She coughed as more tears fell and blurred her eyes. The arrow seemed to stray from its original aim towards Arria’s head and sank into her upper back.  A shrieking scream pierced the air that shook the entire cabin and blew the three elves from within the cabin.

                Arria fell to the ground with all of her bodily changes complete. All of her hair was as white as snow and all her skin as gray and shiny as a moonstone. The glowing dark magic seemed to linger for a long moment until it exploded out in every direction shattering the ceiling and walls of the cabin.

                The dark pot tumbled over to the ground where its crimson liquid spilled and surrounded Arria’s body that lay on the ground. It burned her leather armor until all that lay on the ground was a naked body with an arrow in her back. Everything else around her burned. Her once beautiful cabin caught aflame in the moonlight. The storm was gone and so there was no rain to tame the blaze.

                Starlyn stood in the distance watching Arria’s home burn into the night. She looked at Arria’s untouched naked body and fell to her knees with tears streaming down her face. Gasping for air, she found none, and coughed burying her head into the ground. Her body was shaking with terror as she realized she had killed her only sister. It wouldn’t be long before her mother would die as well and she would be alone in the world. One of her companions helped her to her feet and hugged her. Still, her sobs did not diminish, but only grew louder until her crying echoed through the wilderness.

                Wiping her tears from her eyes she walked towards the cabin that seized burning. Instead it charred and smoldered as a light rain began to fall. The clouds covered the entire area instead of only where Arria’s cabin was. Her tears were hidden under a blanket of raindrops as she stepped into the cabin. Arria’s body was missing and she frantically searched around for it but it had vanished.

                “Where is she?” She whispered into the wind.

                Her elven companion stepped up into the cabin beside her. He wore brown quilted armor and had long black hair draped past his shoulders. Inspecting the destroyed cabin he sighed heavily and uttered, “Black magic.”

                Starlyn looked at the last small flame near where Arria’s body should have been as it went out before looking up towards the stars that began to dim. “Arria…”

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