Amaken

I thought I was too old to be in love. Most of my kin are married once, and by the age of their maturity - around one hundred years old. To not be married by then is considered queer, or as if fate had another plan. 

I assumed, that after nearly seven thousand years, fate simply had another plan. 

The first thing I heard was the crashing of waves along the shoreline. The sound was hypnotizing but arrhythmic, no true pattern to be discerned as the ocean crests and falls. It soothes a longing in my soul. I heard the cries of seagulls as they flew overhead, sharp and piercing, but familiar. 

Shortly after those who took part in the wedding had made it to the Hall of Fire, an Elf Daphne hadn't spoken to before, Seregrian, began to play the harp and sing for the first dance of Anastasiar and

Daphne had rushed to dress herself and run a brush through her hair before knocking and stepping over to where Anastasiar was trying to get into the wedding dress, without letting it touch the floor.

"Touch me Commander and I'll send you to the other side to check if she's there yourself," Furley had growled out, without even turning away. "YES OR NO, DID YOU SEE HER DIE? Answer me!!" He'd shouted. 

(For a full account of the actual tournament, go to A great tournament by Amaken )

She had never seen fighting like that before. Certainly, Daphne had seen many fights before then...even been in many before then.