The Reincarnated Love

Reincarnated Love   The life of Ishtra Place full of beauty way of life in many forms   Till war came I saw bloodshed from miles From those who walked from unknown lands   Two lovers Torn apart since childhood Only admire from a distance   From the depths of hate From suffering and anguish Rain falling upon   Thy two souls Upon thy dying lovers The war developed to a conclusion   Upon the Elven queen’s last request Towards her fallen child who held her heart  Till next time my love, my child, my precious willow blossom   Chapter 1   A childhood tale told through the generations of each royal family of a tale about how two lovers brought the final battle to an end with a treaty between both Kingdoms. The war lasted for 12 long years between the Kingdom of Lyra and the village of the Wolf-banes living among the people in the high mountains of Keizen Valley. Two young teenagers were in love with one another, through the years they would meet in secret. Hiding away from their own obligations to attend the meetings about the war looming ahead. Peace is what they both had once wanted to end the bloodshed of losing anymore loved ones. The endless willow trees surrounding the forest entrance west of the hidden forest of Lyra. This was there most sacred place to meet in private away from their own homelands during the spring seasons of the new blue moon. This was a very important place for them, there first meeting, to their first fights and arguments, and when they had confessed their feelings for one another during the moonlight festival at the tender age of sixteen. Till one day that all changed, someone had followed them both during the fourth annual spring festival to celebrate the tree of life in honour if the goddess Mother Earth. Both parents of the young teenagers forced them to suffer the most horrific sentence either of them had to endure. A year went by of the sentencing these two lovers had broken the bonds of their own families. During the year, a beautiful little girl was born from the Elven princess of Lyra. They disowned her with her from mother the Elven Queen’s last word at the time of the war, banished her own child from the kingdom with her child to the village of Keizen valley. It's been four year since she last saw her loved one, with the only living piece of him still with her she knew with all her heart she had to tell him about their daughter Clara. Raising her in hopes one day she will withstand the harsh reality that is the world they live. Being disowned and banished from her homeland, she could only weep her sorrows at night alone after she put her little girl to bed every night. One look towards her beautiful child of four years old, so small with her delicate Elven features on her small delicate face with ember eyes so full life and wonder about the world, with so much tenderness that she can see someone’s true self within their own souls. Soft wild unruly dark raven locks lay upon her daughters head hiding her Elven ears that makes her known of her Elven heritage. With a soft young soprano high sweet voice singing the childhood song about Mother Earth and her grace on the lands of Ishtra. Watching her daughter with love and sadness within her beautiful icy blue eyes humming along with her daughter as she plays the small harp she had gifted her on her second birthday. Trying with everything she had to hide her aching hurt was within her broken heart knowing she must leave her child with an old family friend across the ocean to the Valley of Vahilla. Hearing about the war getting more fierce in the coming weeks, with tears falling down her soft elegant face thinking about the love of her life fighting in the war that they both despised. She recognized the risks of going to her loved one and leaving behind their innocent daughter to the harsh world. She needed to make sure hiding Clara away from her father’s birthplace till the day she can return without the war looming ahead. Rushing home from closing up the fruit stall in the shopping district of Keizen Village, making it in time to grab her daughter from her close friend’s place near the south entrance of the village. Double checking everything she had packed away a month prior of her making her final decisions on finding Kyro telling him about Clara and keeping him alive during the war, even with her own life she will make sure their daughter will have at least one parent to be in her life. It was already getting close to the time of heading out to the boating docks near the western side of the village to meet with Kenneth Grabbing the small bag placing it on her shoulders to keep it in place for travel with her daughter encase she needs something during the journey to meet with a family friend who has already promised her to keep her daughter safe and away from this place of war. “Mama, where are we going?” the young Elven child raised her soulful ember eyes towards her mother in wonderment on this journey she will take with her small bag her mother had prepared months before for this exact day. In hopes one day she will understand why she had to abandon her with the trust from a mortal man in a small village. The young Elven noticed how her mother only smiled at her with regret shining in her icy blues. She knew that it been not to talk but stay at quiet as possible. The child knew she differed from the villagers in her home village. Hearing the whispers about her mother and how she was banished by her own kind after carrying a bastards child to full term. Looking over her mother’s shoulder where she was being carried in her mothers arms, she knew the moment she saw these people that would take her away from her mother. In all her 4 years of being alive, she didn’t know why her mother gave her up to this person she never meet in her life. “Kenneth, please take care of her for us, for both myself and for Kyro. If I am unable to tell him before the war gets worse, send him a letter with my will and my blessings about our baby girl” crying handing her daughter over to the one person she knows who will protect her and teach her the ways to fight just like her father. Situating his best friends daughter on to his left hip away from his twin daggers he has put away in their sheaths on his belt hanging off his slim waist. “Leila, I will raise Clara as if she was own to make sure I keep her safe and away from here. That is a promise” bowing his head towards Leila his best friends sweetheart, the only women who was able melt his cold frozen heart from youth. Making sure he has a better grip on the young child who looks identical to her father, only thing that was different was her child like Elven features, a small button nose with cat-like eyes she had gotten from her mother and her long pointed Elven ears that have been hidden underneath her long unruly raven locks. Watching Leila runaway from them both with her tears running down her face with the distance from them both. He could only look down upon the sweet tired face. “all right, little one we better get a move on towards your new home” whispers against her small ears letting her head rest against his shoulder sleeping on the whole trip back to his Guild of Head Hunters. As time went on, so did Clara and her upbringing within the guild. Till news came two years later, at the tender age of 6 years old she was heart broken to hear that her mother died trying to protect someone she did not understand was her birth father. The war took her mother away, it also took her ability to use her voice ever again. Since then she has sworn off using her soft elegant voice and becoming mute from the world around her, hiding her abilities of using her Elven magic and her six senses. Till one day she meets the one who will turn her entire world upside down. Journeying back to the one place she only wants to forget. To the place where it all began for her in ridding herself of the memories of her childhood. A tale was told about two lovers who had a love child during the start of the blood war 12 years ago to this day. No one remembers the two lovers that fought in the blood war all those years ago. Her mother’s death anniversary always brought her tears and felling the pain from within her broken heart. Now, at the tender age of 18 years old the young Elven women with the piercing embers eyes that can see right through to your soul with magic that has done wonders to help the village in need. Hidden in her small cottage in the outskirts of the small village she grew up in since the day her mother gave her up to protect her from the vile people who would do anything to harm and use her for their own greedy needs. Inside her home is the book of Elven magic gifted to her late mother from the goddess herself Mother Earth. Within the book of magic is the private entries of her mother’s life explaining about her secret meetings with a handsome young warrior from the Tribe of wolf-bane. A man full of life, full of command in the time of war using his strong baritone voice ordering his troupes to fight and protect their lands from outsiders. Tall muscular build wearing his tribes dark lightweight outfit with his twin blades strapped to his strong back, strong arms crossed in his stead with his shoulder length wild dark raven locks with piercing ember eyes that can see right through to your soul. Being able to read her late mothers entries with tears in her eyes wondering if maybe at least her father could still be alive even when the war has been over for the last 3 years. Reading more of them she came across the entry where her mother explaining about the seven artifacts have been created prior to her banishment with her own magic and the power from her father’s own blood. Explaining on how each stone holds the power to create chaos and bring the vile deities to take over once again since the time of the gods themselves. Each one holds the magic of the late Elven Queen and from her lovers own magic to bind them all from their souls into each stone to keep them from falling into the wrong hands. They have scattered all seven stones all over the plains of Ishtra. There was a story about a child destined to save the world from destruction. Being born from two different backgrounds with powers so untapped that the unknown of this child’s heritage. No one has ever heard of a mixed breed from an elf and a wolf-bane. The power within this child was nothing compared to the gods themselves. The capability of a mixed race can only bring the unknown with time, the world will understand this destined child purpose in the world. Through the years to come with many hardships, trials, loss, mysteries in hopes to save the world with the blessings of the gods. Reading the last page of the first part of the book having so many questions and answers within every page that she has read. Closing up the book and wondering what the last entry meant about a child told to be the saviour of the broken world around her. “I wonder what this could mean. Mother had always been very cryptic when I had ever asked her about my birth father” getting up and placing the book back into the hidden compartment in the bookshelf. Only thinking about her late mother who was the only one who loved her. Nightmares have become a normal everyday thing for her since she was told about her mother’s death. Still trying to figure out what the necklace she has around her neck means, and what power it may hold. Just wishing one day she could visit her old homeland just to tell her final goodbyes to her mother. Not once did she ever get the chance to say good bye her late mother that fought in the Blood War twelve years ago today? “Mother I miss you so very much” Closing her eyes in thoughtless pain thinking about the good times she shared with her mother and learning how to harness her Elven magic as a child, back in the Hidden Forest of Lyra Kingdom. Humming a soft tune that she learned so long ago as a child about the gods and goddess through the lands of Ishtra. Letting her magic run wild within her home hidden away from the lives of humans in the village of Vahilla across the ocean, over the winter mountains where the Herthlane Tribe live in the province of Ishtra.