Prologue
The sun is setting on the Western horizon. The waves wish to hide the massive rays of light that shine upon the tide. With every passing moment the rays disappear. Where am I? I am on the shore. My hair rippling behind me with the ocean air. Sea spray is splashed on my face as smile at the setting sun. The long peasant skirt and peasant blouse that I am wearing ripples like the tide. I do not care that the tide is at my ankles. The sun is still setting. I do not care that my clothing is wet with the ocean water. The last rays of the day will warm me. Still smiling serenely, I watch as the sun gives one last wave goodbye that seems to say,"Do not worry, I will come again after the moon has had her time to shine."
The tide is now at my calves. The sun has gone but now the glory of night is upon me. I gaze at the moon and stars. My smile is almost as bright as one of them for in the distance along the shore, I see a person running. This person is running toward me. Soon my smile is brighter than all the stars, for the man that was running has now taken me in his arms and is warming my now cold body. I start to walk arm in arm with the man, my back to the sea. But stopping, I turn and say a final goodbye, to the sea I called my home.
The sun is setting on the Western horizon. The waves wish to hide the massive rays of light that shine upon the tide. With every passing moment the rays disappear. Where am I? I am on the shore. My hair rippling behind me with the ocean air. Sea spray is splashed on my face as smile at the setting sun. The long peasant skirt and peasant blouse that I am wearing ripples like the tide. I do not care that the tide is at my ankles. The sun is still setting. I do not care that my clothing is wet with the ocean water. The last rays of the day will warm me. Still smiling serenely, I watch as the sun gives one last wave goodbye that seems to say,"Do not worry, I will come again after the moon has had her time to shine."
The tide is now at my calves. The sun has gone but now the glory of night is upon me. I gaze at the moon and stars. My smile is almost as bright as one of them for in the distance along the shore, I see a person running. This person is running toward me. Soon my smile is brighter than all the stars, for the man that was running has now taken me in his arms and is warming my now cold body. I start to walk arm in arm with the man, my back to the sea. But stopping, I turn and say a final goodbye, to the sea I called my home.
Hello, My name is Leila. And I live on the on the edge of the horizon. Well okay, I live in a village beside the sea. My father is the nobleman in charge of the town. My mother passed away when I was young. People often tell me how much I look like her. My hair is as black as raven feathers yet as soft as the finest silk. My skin is lightly tanned for all the time I spend out in the sun. My eyes would mirror those of my mother, which were a stunning sea-blue. I barely looked like my father at all. The only thing that I was like him in was that my face and nose where shaped just like his. I am tall and slender even at the age of seventeen. But ever since my mother passed away, my only enjoyments have been rides on my black stallion, which I named Keir, and helping the common people. I do not enjoy the boring 'duties' of a daughter of a nobleman nor do I wish to marry a fine lord or knight or any other pompous, arrogant, egotistical man. I have always longed for an adventure with my own 'prince charming'. However, I often times enjoy going to the market and hear about other places.
One time as I sat in the backround....first let me tell you when i go to market I usally wear common clothes. I prefer to be treated as equally as any other person. Anyways, once in the market not too long ago, our little village of Brites was graced with a prince. Not just any prince but an elven prince.
