She took out a wrinkled parcel, the weathering of the seasons not having been too kind; its once white pure appeal now an off yellow, its edges tainted with a muddy brown color. It was a letter her Human parents had given her when she turned sixteen. A letter written by her true parents, but she lied to her family she had now and told them that it read exactly as they had always told her, that she was special, a special gift just for them. She didn’t want them to think otherwise, as it was written in Draconic, and somehow only she could understand it! It spoke of her true heritage one she didn’t fully understand; not even now as she fled to find a home, a new home…

It told her of how they were forced to use a forbidden Magic to seal her and a Fairy in time. It was filled with tales of the Fae Folk and a world filled with untold Magic, Magic that was now dying out in Caynyan.

It stated how she came to be so different… Her mother was half Elf and half Mermaid and her father was a Dragoon, a now extinct race... It read of how her father was saved by a Harpy, given her life essence to spare him, after a fatal wound when the war between the races had first started. Her mother was instructed by the Harpies to take the man from their land not wanting further trouble to occupy their domain! And on their travels they grew in love.

As the Dragoons tried to keep the peace between Humans and Elves, their puropse given to them by the Old Ones Humans seemed to grow stronger, spite their lack in Magic and Aura.

The Mermaids having fled to the deep seas and the Harpies' domain unapproachable now; the Dragoons too were forced to accept their failure in the sole task given to them. Far in the northern desserts past the Harpies’ Fiery Mountains the Dragoons, her father and her mother too, escaped to regroup and plan on how to end the war; joined by a handful of Fairies and Nymphs.

Her mother then pregnant with her, the Fairies gifted her from inside her mother’s womb their inherent traits, Nymphs blessed her with nature’s protection, and so she was the first to be born between all the races… Except for the Human blood that her father swore would never touch her! But the war ended up for the worst and he and her mother not wanting her death did the one thing forbidden to them.

She recalled the memories of how she imagined it all happened. And now the disappointment of her Biological father of having failed from keeping Human blood from running inside of her…

She used her Summoning Magic to call forth a Spirit to protect her during the nights, so that she could rest, like she would every other night, but tonight with its full moon, she stared in awe of its light, playing with a small pebble that she kept transforming into different objects using her Transformation Magic, two of the rarest Magics believed only to be the creators' magic.

For most of her live she had been raised by a Human family, they could not give birth to a child themselves and when they found her on their doorstep they believed her to be a gift from the Fairies and thus gave her a Fair Folk name, Cetcily, the name passed down in the small village said to be the village’s guardian Fairy’s name…

They didn’t care whether she might have been an Elf, they had prayed for a child and their prayers were heard and answered!

But of course they had to keep her secret hidden from the rest of the town’s people. For over nineteen years she and her parents kept the truth just between themselves, she would go out into the woods to practice her Magic. As an Elf she could learn to use most of the elements of Magic - light, dark, fire, wind, earth and water, but with the magic of the other races flowing through her she was twice as powerful in each of the elements, more so than any other being ever would be; but even her Magic she had to keep secret, as Humans did not use Magic; at least not most of the Humans. Some like those from the Gypsy clans could and they were born with a mark, clear as day, to prove their element and they could only have one of the four elements.

A flame on their right hand for fire, a circular swirling line for wind on their left hand, a tear drop on their chest, just below their collar bone for water, or a star for earth. No one knows why these marks are consistent in form and placement as they are, only that it is as it is.

Her peaceful days living with her human family though would come to an end...

During a trip to the market, a sudden burst of winds howled through the town, her hair flew in all directions, her hooded cloak having blown off, she was too distracted in the blissful news that it brought with the smell it carried to notice that her hair no longer hid her ears with the extra precaution of the hood, and one young man had seen it!

That night, the town’s people had lit her home on fire in blind faithfulness that the man had told the truth. They killed the only parents she knew and she was too stressed and afraid to have done anything to safe them. Just like that, she was chased away from her home…

Where would she go? She left east bound, and soon met the prince… But soon fled again, she knew where she needed to go! Somewhere to the south was a village where other Elves had made a home for themselves, alongside some Humans… It was the only place Elves where allowed to roam in the Human’s kingdom. She knew it wouldn’t be perfect, there obviously would be some tension, but those that lived there had a common goal and that was protecting the Magic that was still left in Caynyan; the magic they believed the Mermaids provided, it was what supposedly kept this kingdom alive, or so they thought.