Tales of a Windblown Leaf

An old dueling team is reborn. These are their stories.

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Aenlyn Hollow
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Tales of a Windblown Leaf

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Aenlyn sat on the hillside that had been her home, so many years ago, and watched the last rays of sunlight sputter and get swallowed by shadow as the sun sank down behind the burnt out husk of the Adventurer's Guild. She glanced down at the simple burlap pack lying in her lap and did a last mental inventory of her worldly possessions: her pack, cloak, two sets of simple cotton clothes, a pouch of collected seeds, shells and sea-tumbled rocks, a hand-carved whistle, a single raven's feather and the three priceless corked vials of elixir she would need to finish treating her blade with. Her blade. The slender krabi blade of carved ebony strapped to her back was the one good thing to come from this entire ordeal. The regular treatments of elixir, combined with her own powers, had turned the graceful wooden blade to something razor sharp and stronger than steel.

She looked over her shoulder at the deep pit gouged into the side of the hill that had until recently been the home of the young cypress tree to which she was tied. When the Champions of Mythos had disbanded, she had abandoned her tree to venture into the wild, seeking out the beauty and mysteries of the world. She had trusted that the proximity to the Guild would protect it. For years it had been a simple, wonderful life of freedom and adventure, but all too soon it came to an end as she had to endure the price of abandoning her charge. The pain, when it came, was crippling. It had taken Aenlyn months of slow, agonizing travel to make it back to Rhydin, her health deteriorating further each day. When she finally stumbled back to her home, she found her tree blackened by fire, the bark burnt away and the heartwood pitted and scarred. The pain and misery was too much, and she had been too overcome to do more than curl in a ball among the charred roots and cry. Years of swordplay and training with Rakeesh had turned her into a fighter though, and deep in her suffering a seed of resolve had slowly blossomed. For her long journey home her tree had clung to life, waiting for her, and she could not abandon it.

Aenlyn sighed, shaking her head a little as she stood and shouldered her pack, working her way down the hill to the large portal standing in front of the remains of the Adventurer's Guild. A few curious fans and media were hanging around the entrance, and she was in no mood to deal with them. She pulled the hood of her cloak up, hiding her features deep in shadow and waited patiently until nobody was looking before slipping quietly through the growing dusk and through the portal. The abrupt change from the the soft, grassy earth to the hard, unyielding metal beneath her feet made her shudder. This was wrong. She was a dryad, a creature of the earth. She had no business being on a metal box flying through the sky, but here she was anyway. Aenlyn walked quickly through the ship corridors, gaining clearance to the private areas and working her way to her new home: Auxiliary Cargo Bay Two, or as it was now called, the Hydroponics Bay. She had first joined the Champions of Mythos when they stood for something. When they were trying to fight the good fight and make the world a better place. Now they had grown to some...corporation, with publicity and ratings threatening to replace honor and justice. With a relieved sigh she finally keyed through the last door into the small green oasis hidden deep within the metal maze. She had always been a simple girl, and had never had much need of celebrity or money. Money did have its uses though. Buried deep in the greenery of the hydroponics bay was her tree, encased in glass that soaked it in the nutrient baths that were slowly nursing it back to health. It was the second time her tree had to be transplanted, and its home grew more precarious with each move. It was alive though, and growing stronger, and so was she.  
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