Kayene Thessnes, a young sylvan Princess, was born in a hidden sylvan
village lying secretly in a forest many hundred miles northwest of Icemule.
The place not frozen as Icemule, had a chilly but mostly comfortable climate
in the spring and nice mild summers. The land has no name because it is yet
unsettled by humans for they love to put names on the land areas. To the
small group of sylvans that lived there it mattered not what it was called,
it was just home. Besides they made no claim to the mainland area and only
lived in its forest away from any other living thing, save for the peaceful
Kayene was happy and loved her home and the others in the village. It
was a peacful loving environment that hummed with tranquil harmony. Her mother
and father both specialists in studying and farming of the herbs and caring
for the sick. Her mother, Lady Kemmly unanimously donned Queen of the little
village many years before Kayene was born, taught her about making healing
potions and salves with the herbs and roots the forest provided and the
tenderness that goes along with it. Her mother also taught her the importance
of her ladylike duties, the fine arts in charm, pride, and gracefulness.
Her father, Lord Blayead, the King of the village, educated her in strength,
wisdom and briefly in war tactics.
As a child Kayene, when not deep in her studies, played happily with her
animal friends of the forest. The small creatures loved playing tag and hide-seek
games. Kayene spent all day with them giggling feverishly and running through
the thickets and climbing quickly up the trees hiding in the nests. Kayene,
was forbidden to ever wander outside the forest. She had no desire to leave
it anyway. The forest held many mysteries that kept her busy. Little lairs,
caves and tons of trees to climb and new animal friends to meet at every
turn, and tons of herbs to discover. What she loved most of all is when her
mother or father took her on nature hikes, where they taught her many things
of land and forest.
Her father taught her how to use the forest to her advantage when in danger.
How to hide and use the oils of the leaves to mask her scent. He'd sit her
down and weave inthralling tales of battle and honor. She would gasp wide
eyed through his stories of lore which made him proud that everything he
said had interested her so. Kayene was his only child and in his opinion
was better than any son, for at a young age she quickly and cleverly learned
how to use a sword and craved to be taught how to defend herself and the
village should a battle ever arise. Luckily, the village never encountered
any trouble from outsiders.
Kayene, quickly becoming a graceful young lady had beautiful wavy, shoulder
length hair, soft fair skin, and beguiling grey eyes. The young men of the
village fought for her attention. Were she to ever cast a smile in their
direction would send them swooning. Unfortunately for them she never did.
She wasn't interested very much in them yet. She was more interested in her
ambitions to become a Lady soon then someday Queen of the village and took
the matter quite seriously, much to the pride of her parents.
Sadly, that day would never come to the village. Kayene sensed something
amiss all day and stayed close to their house. Her fear was unexplainable
to her. "What is wrong?" she thought fervently to herself. Her father noticed
trouble in her eyes and asked her about it. She explained she didnt know,
but something is dreadfully wrong. Her father gathered the people and held
a meeting. He asked them to lock their doors this night. They questioned
because they never had to before. He told of his daughter sensing trouble
and not to worry and posted guards at each corner of the village. That night
was a somber one at supper. The animals of the forest even seemed unusually
quiet and there wasnt a breath of wind in the air. It was still as death.
Everyone went to bed and capped their candles and locked their doors as
Kayene couldnt sleep, she had to help keep watch. So she got out of bed
and padded to her wardrobe and put on leggings and some leather and shield
in one hand and her sheath that contained her sword. She padded out the door
and locked it behind her. She carefully climbed her favorite tallest tree
and perched herself there. She could see every corner of the village there
and relaxed a little to see that the guards were still awake and pacing dutifully
from corner to corner.
Hours had passed and with each moment trouble tugged at her heart. Suddenly
she noticed one of the guards had fallen to the ground, then another, then
another, she leaned over peered down at them. They had no arrows or daggers
protruding from them anywhere to cause them to fall. Then she noticed a faint
pale fog trailing its way to each of the guards that were awake and each
would fall as the fog touched them and passed to the other. She remembered
her father had told her of pale death fog that killed instantly. What was
its source? Who was casting this evil magic and why? They had never bothered
anyone! Kayene grew furious at her helplessness and had no means to ward
herself from its magic if she were to go down and search. She was no match
and wisely she did not move from her spot there high up in the tree. She
cried helplessly like a lost kitten. She knew her parents and the rest of
the village was now dead. What can she do? She tried not to scream or go
mad as she stood there in silence. Why was this happening!? she thought sadly.
She had to be strong and wait to see if the source of such evil would
ever reveal itself in the moonlight. Finally after many moments, what almost
seemed an eternity, something appeared out of the darkness. It seemed to
be a female dressed in black she had a rod in one hand and a wicked looking
dagger in the other. A sorceress! Kayene thought, but what did she want here?
The sorceress spoke a few arcane words and in minutes her evil troll minions
began ransacking the homes and stealing the treasure and the fine clothing
of the villagers. The sorceress cackled with glee as each of the troll thieves
showed her a pretty thing that sparkled.
Kayene over heard one of the trolls call her Tammni. Kayene gritted her
teeth and fumed with anger. How dare this person kill the innocent just to
steal. Kayene whispered without thinking, "Nothing but a common thief!".
When she realized what she had done Kayene quickly covered her mouth and
bit her lip. The sorceress sensed something and turned her head in the direction
Kayene was in but didnt lift her head towards the trees. The sorceress called
out to some of the trolls and they gathered around her and she spoke to them
in a whisper saying, "I sense there is one still alive among them. Go find
the sylvan, now!" The trolls nodded and scurried about searching, but none
of the dolts had sense to climb a single tree. Kayene grinned bitterly at
this and accidently let out a sour giggle. The sorceress Tammni heard her
for sure that time.
Kayene realized she hadnt a moment to lose. The trolls hadnt made it to
her hut yet so she hurried down the tree and went in, grabbing what she needed
to help her escape. Crying mournfully as she kissed her parents cheek as
they slept there peacfully in death. "Momma, daddy, please come back and
help me, dont let that wicked woman win over you too!" she begged, but it
was no use. They were gone, but their spirits lingered there still and they
whispered for her to have courage and that they loved her and will see her
someday but not yet, not for a long time.
Her fathers spirit came to view and pointed to where he had hidden their
jewelry and money box and told her to take it and to run from this place
quickly. Kayene tried to be brave and strong as her father had taught her
all her life. She lifted her chin and squared her shoulders and grabbed a
bag of rations, herbs and the box and left the hut. A troll spotted her and
began screeching with ear piercing alarm. Kayene ran to a hidden path that
led out of the forest. Suddenly there was a loud clap of thunder and the
ground beneath her feet began to shake violently! She fell painfully to the
ground she grimaced and cried aloud. She could hear the evil Tammni yell
in the distance behind her, " I'll get you you lowly sylvan! Now you watch
as your village and forest burns to the ground!" and the evil sorceress began
cackling. Kayene screamed, "No! Someday you will pay for this! I swear it!
Someday this will come back on you. Flames shall visit your home as well!
I curse you this day by the Sylvan order! Do you hear me you wicked theif
?! You will not win!"
Kayene sat there crying momentarily and got up and brushed herself off.
She composed herself gracefully, squared her shoulders once again and glanced
over her shoulder and saw flames billowing, where the peaceful village once
stood. It was beginning to dawn now, but you couldnt tell because a horrid
black smoke cloud covered the sky. She continued running, for the once beautiful
happy forest was now a blazing with hungry flames. The smoke had stung her
throat and eyes but she made it out safely, save for the twisted ankle from
when she fell earlier.
She walked for days, hungry and tired her rations were almost gone but
she trudged south and only stopped once in a while for a nap up in a tree.
Had she gone more easternly she would have came upon the town of Icemule,
but alas she did not know of it.
A few weeks had passed and she came upon a well worn path with a sign
beside it saying it was the town of Wehnimers Landing. Her stomach was rumbling
and her feet were aching and she would give her fortune for a hot bath. She
went in the town. She was astonished to see so many people of so many races
that she had never even heard of before. Giant people and tiny people with
pointy ears and toes and human people and she smiled to see so many of her
own kind there. She could smell food in the air and her mouth began to water.
She wandered and wandered gazing about almost forgetting her aching legs.
Someone had given her a muffin and she munched it hungrily. The muffin
was fresh and warm and reminded her of the smell in her mothers kitchen.
Kayene began to cry softly with longing for her mother and father and her
happy lost home. She had to make a new life for herself and the people seemed
kind here so far. She learned how to play a new game called "Greedy Gremlins"
that she loves dearly. She won a vultite shield the first time she played.
She began to meet new people and make friends with the kind people at a house
called Sylvanfair. She liked that house and the people in it. She looked
up to the Lady Wexna with admiration and vowed to one day be like her and
some of the other fine ladies of the town. She remembered her lessons of
charm. Sadly, she'll never be a Queen like her mother, but she will always
be a Princess by blood and in her heart although her beloved village is gone
forever. She liked this town and decided she would stay.
~ Princess Kayene
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