POV : Maraysa Umbrezha Dalyisea

My mana reserves are nearly empty. I've picked this dungeon clean not a single monster remains, I don’t know how long I've been here it. There is no sun nor moon, not a single ray of light penetrates the depth of this dungeon. I have neither seen the light day nor the stars of night for what seems to be an eternity. I can't leave this place, they made it so I couldn’t. My anger stirs when I think of their faces. Their smug and prideful faces as they cast me down here and let me to rot in the confines of this dammed dungeon. This prison of mine. My fury lasts but a second replaced by the hunger in my body.

The elves are a hardy people, us dark elves in particular, but we still require sustenance to survive and my last meal was very long ago. My own large mana pool has dried up, it could provide me the energy I needed , but it would not recover whilst I used it to sustain myself. And now it's nearly all gone and soon I would be too.

I despise this. My captors go unpunished whilst I wither away to nothing. What great crime did I do to deserve this? What sin have I committed? Aside that of existence? I yell in my heads to the gods. But I know they will not answer. Just as the many times before ; my questions, my pleas , all fall upon deaf ears. So I curse them, I curse my those that threw me in here , the gods that have forsaken me to die and I curse myself for being unable to leave .

It is the fate of every variant to die and it seems I too will share the fate of those before me. I grow weak, my mana gone and I know I'm on my last breaths. My hands and feet betray me as I collapse. Too weak to even move how pitiful. I curl up and pull my emaciated hands to my chest as I hear my heartbeat slow.My empty stomach not strong enough to make a single noise , all i feel is hollowness . A lone tear falls from my eyes despite my attempts.

When I first got thrown here I was swarmed by the various creature of the dungeon through a bloody fight I came out on top and dragged my bloodied body to heal.

Throughout all the pain , hardship I've never once cried. My pride would not allow it. I may have had been bloodied battered and bruised but my will , pride and stubbornness pulled me through always. I didn’t know why fought I had to reason to.

There was no way out of here, it was designed to keep everything in here locked up forever, once inside nothing could ever leave. It was a prison made for me. How many times had I thrown myself at the wall, hitting it with every spell I could muster only for all the damage to be repaired instantly? Even then I never cried I kept going.

And so here I am, all that time later, conqueror of this prison, starving to death. How funny for all my struggles it is hunger that does me in.

If I had it in me to laugh I would have. Instead I feel the bitter tears fall from my cheeks. As I slowly accept my fate to die in this dungeon. Alone..

I close my eyes and resign myself to die. Warmth spreads thought my body is I enter the embrace of death. It's ..surprisingly warmer than I thought it'd be. Was dying always this peaceful? I open my eyes and see…myself hurtling towards….a child? And then blackness

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Tabbris Solaris Fervis

Our caravan was attacked on our way to the Shrine of The Fire lord, I was chosen to bear the title of maiden of flames. Our house of Fervis is a very distinguished household, my parents were of course extremely happy to hear their only daughter had been chosen for this role. I don't really know what role a maiden of flames has to carry out, but my parents would not stop saying how great an honour it is.

They told me that we were decedents of the lord of flames and that we carried his blood in our veins, making us much stronger than the other humans and increasing our life span incredibly.

I'm still a child by my parents standard so I don’t quite understand how long I'll live, I've spent the majority of my life with my family and none of them look particularly old. We also are blessed with great vitality and increased magical aptitudes, it was due to my affinity with fire magic that I was chosen for the role as maiden of flames. My parents arrange for me to go to the shrine in order to conduct the final rituals for my ceremony.

My parents hired a mercenary escort to bring me to the shrine in addition to my own guard unit. The bandits knew our route if I had to guess there might have been an information leak somewhere.

The battle was long and bloody, the mercenaries were outnumbered and ran when it got especially dangerous. Coward the lot of them. Then again they were mercenaries and bought by coin not honour bound to serve anyone but money, they did enough of their jobs to allow my guard unit to thin out the hoards of bandits before falling themselves, only the leader remained and he was soon burnt to a cinder with my magic .

But I was wounded in the fight a sword slash across my chest, the blade was poisoned and the wound deep.

Which brings me to now. I'm leaning against a willow tree while I try to apply pressure to the wound . I was always no good at any magic besides fire.

Healing was one such magic I never practised in. I remember boasting how I would never get hurt and even if I did I would have my guards to patch me up. How stupid I was, perhaps if I had I wouldn’t be in such a predicament. I cauterise the wound with my flames through gritted teeth to stem the bleeding. the air is filled with he stench of my burning flesh. But its not enough the poison has taken root and i feel it spreading thought my body.

I kneel with difficulty and try to pray to the lord of flame to grant me healing, nothing happens . No miracles today...

I feel the poison spread further and I feel my eyes grow tired.

But I know the lord of flames will help me, it's fine I tell myself. I will be fine, I think as my eyes shut completely.

I feel cold as the warmth leaves my body and I find myself elsewhere in an empty white void …

am i…? going to meet with the lord of flames? Has he come to save me after listening to my prayer?

I find myself moving or rather flying, my visions and I see …a child? And then darkness.

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So here it is. Suddenly magic. Say hello to these new character , and say goodbye because we won't see them again for a few chapters. You would not believe how hard it was to name these two. Tabbris is the name of the angle of self-determination and choices , Solaris is a Latin word meaning "pertaining of the sun, and Fervis came from the Latin word fervidus or the more commonly known word fervid int he English language both words mean something of extreme heat, burning or glowing.

Now why am i telling you all this? does this have some deep relation to the no doubt very well written plot that i am definitely following and definitely not making up as i go along? Nah I just like the name, fanstasy names are fun much more fun then just naming em john smith.

What of Maraysa Umbrezha Dalyisea ? it just sound cool..... don't judge me