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Prelude

Above a bustling city a small, nearly obsolete star flickered and died, unnoticed by the many people below, that is, unnoticed by all but one. A small girl, sitting in the window seat of her home, had been waiting for the distant star to shed the last part of its self and solemnly bowed her head.

"And so Winarth sheds it's last light upon Earth. May it's light continue traveling even though it's death was before my time," she said softly and respectfully, looking back into the empty spot that once belonged to a star.

At only the age of five, she noticed more than anyone else.

Deep with in the heart of the Earth, a bent over wizard listened in amazement at a girl's words as they rang clearly over the voices of the human race and scooped the great orb into his arms.

"Mearth! Gaurdien Mearth!" his voice rang through the damp cave as he felt his heart beating wildly in shock.

"Yes?" a pleasant voice filled the room as a small woman in a white dress entered the wizard's view.

"You must hear this!" he said excitedly, pressing a button on the orb and filling the room with the girl's strong voice. "She's only five... her mother calls her Star but... do you think...? Could it be what I think it is?" he asked, his heart beating in anticipation as the great guardian of Earth answered.

"I believe you are correct," Mearth said, a smile filling her face. "She is an Elf. The reborn Elf Elentul to be precise and, yes, the elves are rising again!"

"Finally! The Elves are rising again after so many years! Joy be known!" he said, bouncing like a child knowing he was about to receive a treat. "What do we do now?"

"When she is fifteen, all the Elves of the Earth shall be summoned here to be reminded of their destiny. I will send someone to make sure that all the Elves meet and to make sure they stay safe. Oh... only ten more years," Mearth spoke, joy obvious in her voice as she smiled widely

"One day all the world shall know the true beauty of the Earth around them and notice the passing of the stars," the girl said, standing up and kissing her had to the sky and moon as if sealing her promise.

Far away in a vale hidden from human eyes, another man heard the girl's voice but, instead of rejoicing, he cursed loudly.

"Not the Elves," he said, distraught. "With the world under men's rule, I could have accomplished my plan but... even if I start now... she will stop me. Curse the Elves!" his harsh voice cut through the air.

"You will regret cursing the name of the Elves far more then planning and acting against them." a kind voice spoke with a slight hint of humor.

"I still curse them," he said, running a hand tiredly through greasy hair.

"You don't want Mearth to hear you," the voice spoke warningly.

"Am I to fear your sister when I have captured you? I think not! But it doesn't matter. She is deaf here," the man replied, glaring at no one.

"My sister is ten times stronger than me and, if you really believe she cannot hear your planning if she wishes, ten times stronger than you too," the voice spoke, causing the man to jump to his feet.

"You are suppose to be blocking her," he hissed and a chuckle rang through the room.

"You think I have that power? Go back to your planning," the voice said and the man growled.

"What should I do to rid me of this problem?" the man asked himself, pacing the floor and straining his mind. After a time, he spoke again. "She will be gone before she turns 15," the man said, storming off with a smirk on his face before the voice could cut in.

Continued...