Headstrong, adventurous, and Brave
Aenon has grown up for 16 years in the the Kingdom of Pelingrah, one of the many in the lands of Zytheria. Teachings from his uncle, a known and respected Blacksmith in the community, have given him a strong moral sense.
Readings and experiences with villagers and teachers of the Renui Village, a small branch of the larger Plenigrah Kingdom, have taught him of the lands and seas that are known throughout Zytheria, or at least those that are not forbidden. Young Aenon is hungry for adventure and increased freedom, much like many of his friends. This curiosity is much larger than most, as already Aenon and his friends in the village are given a wide birth of the nearby forest and meadows surrounding the Kingdom.
Aenon is well trained, coming up as a nephew to one of the highest acclaimed blacksmiths in the land has given him contact with outstanding warriors in Plenigrah. Often, Aenon will accompany his closest friend, a young man named Berret, to deliver armor and weapons made at the forge. These meetings have led to some acquaintances that have left Aenon with some chance training sessions. This has given Aenon the confidence to be brave in a world full of danger and mysteries.
The ideal people for my book would be those looking for and grand adventure filled magic, enchantments, kings and queens, friendships worth being a part of, and a touch of mysterious and young romance. Zytheria is an ancient land, full of wonder, deep forest, far stretching deserts, mountain ranges that reach to the heavens, and oceans full of discoveries to be made.
Zervikial, commonly nicknamed Zervik or Zervi, is a tall young man of slightly above average build, silvery blue eyes, with a contrasting slightly warm beige skin tone. Long dark brown braids run down to his shoulder blades and are held together by occasional small leather strips. High cheekbones angle towards slight scruff that runs along a pronounced jawline, scuff that comes and goes depending on the length of time spent in colder/warmer climates. Zervik is commonly seen in lighter armor and takes a stealthier approach due to his time hunting on foot in the forest just beyond his community. He often can be seen wearing bracers, an enchanted Maple wood bow, leather gloves, and a necklace of personal value.
After a year or more of darkness that has been slowly spreading across the forest to the north of his village, Zervik is tasked with finding both a reason and a solution for the sudden changes his people have seen. He, and a small group of Skyen (community members with magical gifts) set out to find help. Zervik is challenged along the way and finds numerous unexpected encounters as he starts his journey West, to find the oldest and strangest community of magical people known in the realm. Zervik's community knows of his magical powers, but has lacked this skills to hone them for generations. Zervik and his fathers hope, is that his gifts, a strange connection with nature, will give him and his people a edge in the unknown danger edging closer to the village.
The forest is calm, eerily silet, with nothing but the soft wind pushing through the forest as the sun falls in the Autumn sky. Sheai realizes that even thoguh Brooksville is just a days walk behind, she already feels isolated. Thinking of it, she isn’t positve that shes encountered another soul on the road in the past few hours. They slow as the section of the path that breaks into deep of the forest draws closer. “Ok Teel, time to see if this journey was worth it, Lien said this was my best shot at finding something unique”. Teel, the small black fox, with teal tipped ears for which he was named, had been by Sheai’s side since she was 13 and found him injuered by some magical creature she couldn’t identify. They stop and listen for a moment, hearing nothing but the creeking of the trees and the occasional creature settling in for the evening. Teel stops and looks back and puffs, as if he has something better to do, before contiuing on. Sheai follows, wanting to try to make it a few miles into the forest to better hide their tracks. If anyone overheard her coversation with Eli back at the inn, it’s posssible they’d try to trail.
Several miles in the forest falls quieter still and Sheai notices a hyper-awareness take over. Every step seems to have a purpose now as her boots fall on the soft forest floor of pine needles, overgrow moss, and countless flora that have melted away to give the forest the life that seems to be stalking her. Suddenly, a low tone emerges from the relative silence, seeming as if it is almost in some long forgotten language the elders tend to speak of. “Hainnnng sooooo ragggghh, haing sooon uuhmmm”. A few seconds later Sheai jumps as - CRACK!- a large tree branch a few paces behind slams to the ground with a heavy thud. She takes cover quickly behind the next large tree along my path and stands still, Teel quickly in place i between her feet. Sheai’s thoughts run wild as so many possibilities of the last minute fill her recently quiet evening. Several minutes pass before she decideds to break cover and serch for any clues. To no avail, nothing seems to be out of place, no tracks, sign of traps, or voices any longer. _I need cover for the night, but we’re not staying here. _Moving on cautiously, listening closely to the sounds of the forest as they coninue Sheai and Teel venture deeper into the mysterious wood.
Dusk arrives as the faint luminance of the warm evening sun departs, making it hard to see. Sheai’s mind wanders of the source of the voices from before. It’s possible she has stumbled into the Sangi people of the ancient Nal forest. Personally she’s only heard stories, but it is said that the Sangi are tricksters and masters of shapeshifting. She decides to use the next half hour and make camp, gatheing what supplies that are availble nearby, making a temperory shelter of large Suma leaves, grabing wood for a small fire, and dressing the small hare from the morning hunt. As the light fades, she never hears any of the mysterious voices again. Sheai’s eyes fall shut as the stars take their place in the night sky.
-THUUUUUMMMM-, Sheai awakes as the ground seems to quake. Only, that it, she’s not entirely sure she’s awoken. Her body is lifted off the ground as she looks all around her. She has a vision, of a mighty tree with massive traveling braches that seem to strech on like roads. In her mind she hears a voice. “Come to me, lost one. Answers long awaited have been buried in time.”
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Sheai’s eyes slam open. She attempts to come up with something, ANYTHING, to explain what has just happened. She notices suddenly that her vision has changed. Colors have become more crisp and, she see’s a glowing path in front of her. At the moment the next move seems simple, follow the path, find the tree, and get the answers. What she hadn’t realized is that this simple decision, would go onto become of the most important she would ever make…..