𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖉.
Eira's heart is consumed by the flames of revenge after her home, the magical academy of Elindar, was destroyed by a dark mage and his warriors. With the help o...
From the teachings of The Radiant Path, the Book of Ancestors, written in the Pure Tongue
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Ohtarellon, na silmë sívë i lómë, ar i nai cenedril nai tirion
My Friends, the starlight will guide us in the darkness, and the faithful will guard us in our journey.
Eira took one last look around her chambers, not knowing when she would be back again. The castle had become a home of sorts after months of training both for her courtly duties and for battle within its confines.
The first thing she had done when she made it back to her room was to tidy up and make it look presentable. She didn't want any clues to be left behind as to her whereabouts. She wasn't sure which one of her friends would be the most upset at her sudden disappearance, but she wouldn't dare to endanger them by telling her of her plan.
She refused to hurt them again, by whatever means possible.
After the room was presentable, she turned her attention to packing her belongings. She rifled through her wardrobe, pulling out a few select pieces of clothing that she hoped would help her blend in with the court. She paused on a shimmering black gown, before packing that as well for the competition.
Eira then changed into a deep blue silk dress that complemented her eyes and hugged her curves in all the right places. It was a simple yet elegant design. As she slipped the dress on, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Eira couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort at how different she looked from her usual self.
She had pulled back her now gold blonde hair in a neat bun, and her complexion had a warm, almost ethereal quality to it, thanks to the glamour spell. The elegant dress of deep blue silk flowed smoothly over her curves, and she had chosen a pair of matching flats that made her feel as if she was walking on air.
It didn't compare to her true form, but she supposed this more subdued version of herself would still be able to charm others if she needed to.
With a deep breath, she grabbed her bags and slung her violin case over her shoulder as she headed towards the door. As she stepped out into the hallway, she was greeted by the sight of the other ladies-in-waiting scurrying about their business. Eira kept her head down, not wanting to draw attention to herself.
She had to make it to the stables unnoticed if she wanted any chance of success.
As she made her way through the palace, she couldn't help but notice the subtle changes that had taken place since her plan to leave had become a mission. The tapestries on the walls seemed more vibrant and the floors seemed to gleam in the light of the chandeliers. Even the air seemed different somehow, charged with the energy of the impending political turmoil.
Eira pushed these thoughts aside, knowing that she had to stay focused on the task at hand. She quickened her pace, rounding the last corner before she saw the door to the stables up ahead.
