A Twist in Fate

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The young elven woman found herself on the outskirts of the city of Silvermoon, once more having fled from a disagreement with her mother. She had gone so far out of her way to avoid the guards that were meant to watch her, that she now found herself lost. She knew the way back to Silvermoon, and instead decided to find the nearest path and follow it away. The curls of apricot fell around her face, as her slender fingers brought themselves up to cast a spell to summon her cloak so as to hide her identity as she began to traverse the roads of Quel'thalas. Traversing the road of Eversong was a rather easy task, and she found herself able to blend into crowds to avoid any searching guards. The political machine that was the Magisters was always troublesome for one born to two of their caste. 

Brianithill found herself wandering into the small village of Fairbreeze. The township was rather unassuming, with Farstriders abound and training to fight the Amani. She kept her cloak pulled tight around herself as she tried to both inspect the area around her, while also trying to keep out of sight of any notable figures. Having not kept a good eye on where she stepped, the young woman found herself smacking into an older kinsman, stumbling back and falling on her rear.

"What do we have here? You should be more careful of where you tread, child." A man's voice spoke quietly to her, before helping her stand.

Her ocean gaze searched the features of the elder before her, noting the bright orange hair upon his head and the thin form of his body. 

"My apologies, sir.. I must've been further lost in thought then I first believed." She bowed her head before pulling her hood back up to hide.

"No apologies needed, Young Miss. What has your mind so astray?" The man fiddled with the hem of his sleeve. 

"Ah- I was thinking on.." She let her eyes flitter around to find something to grasp for use, ".. how the savage trolls seem to possess an odd magic. I was curious how they are able to craft such spells." 

There was a small crinkle of amusement in the corner of his mouth, "I see. Perhaps you should go take a closer look sometime? Perhaps with the Farstriders."

"Perhaps.." She took a step back, "I should stop taking up your time, have a good evening."

Before he could speak further, she quickly wandered off to find a place to hide once more. Though the conversation had been a simple excuse, she found her thoughts wandering to the suggestion. She could conceivably head deep into the woods where the Amani hid and try to study their crafts given how powerful their nature runes were. With power such as hers, it would surely be easy! At least, she had believed.

Once deep within the forest, the young woman found herself hidden behind only a small amount of rock formations near one of the Amani villages. She kept herself cloaked and a spell sustained to remain invisible, but she did not dare venture further- in case the spell was to fail. She watched a few trolls shout amongst themselves, as well as more prepare freshly caught food or carve runes into the wood of their primitive weapons. She lost her focus on her spell for a moment as she tried to further examine the rune from a distance. With her spell faltering, several trolls began to wandering towards her hiding place. Before she could react, an arrow flew past her head and into one of the brutes before her. She felt time slow down as her mind tried to comprehend what had happened around her. Hands grasped her arm and yanked her out of reach of an axe, weapons clashing in her ears and the colors of Farstriders blocked her view of the fight as she was pulled along and away. The scent of blood the only clue to her that something was amiss. Her vision blurring before fading to black.

When she returned to consciousness, she was once more in her home with a worried governess fretting over her as an unfamiliar man in white- a cleric- was over her, tending to wounds.

"Wha-" She had tried to speak but the governess's cries had drowned out any thoughts.

"Why did you go near those beastly creatures!" The shrill voice of her mother interrupted as she strode from across the room, "Do you know how this looks on us that you did something so brash?"

"Now is not the time to scold her.. She needs to rest, she had lost a fair bit of blood. Be thankful the Farstriders found her when they did." The medic gave a dismissive hand to the magistrix.

Her mind tried to regain and understand, and that's when the pieces began to fit together. Her spell had been faltering, an Amani had come up beside her while she was getting ready to run, the pain in her side and scent of blood before the shouts of command and arrows flew from Farstrider's coming to raid the trolls village. Why had she thought to listen to the strange man she had run into? It was unlike her... She closed her eyes and prepared for the battle she would face with her mother later that evening.