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** ** Tira had always been a caring elf, took care of others and helped them, especially her now lost Royal family. It was a result of a combination of her lovely origins from the South, Land of Alvern and her losses of many acquaintance, friends and not to mention her beloved and diseased family. As she ran through the dying forest with the child in her arms she clearly remembered her first loss; her father Denner.

In her remembrance her father was a kind soul and the economic pillar of the family because of his position in the Hospital of Alvern. He always provided what the family needed both for living and for morality. In Tira's young age her father got dangerously ill caused by both physical and mental poison: An assassin was assigned to assassinate him with the poison from the Mero snake and a poisonous spell specially made for his mind sent by one of the enemies from the other site of the Sea. The immediate assassination failed and he made it back to home where Tira's mother, Areia, hastily placed him on his bed and went out desperately to call a doctor. Tira went back and forth between the bed and the kitchen, afraid and scared. In her vulnerable state she tried with all her might to help her father to feel comfortable where her little brother was confused and started to cry. Then her father said with heavy breath:

"Tira... calm down..."

"Father!" she wheezed "Spare your energy! You'll make it..." Her eyes had a mirror like glance.

"Don't waste your energy on me, my child... cough... you'll need it for later"

"No... you must not die, father! Promise me you won't die!" She held her tears back but she got a runny nose.

"I will not die, Tira. Look at me... look at me, Tira, I'll live... cough... I promise" Some blood showed when he coughed.

"Don't lie to me!" she yelled and started to cry "You're dying and you mustn't! You always said that you'll keep your promises!"

"Tira... listen to me... lent me your hand... now... cough" Tira's tears were pouring out and made her cheeks clear but she slowly reached out her hand to her father.

"My dear... I give you my promise that... wheeze... that I am not going to die. Now, I gave my promise, Tira, and you'll keep mine..." he took her hand and placed a medallion in her hand.

She looked at it and got even more confused which resulted in her tears to pour out even more. She gathered her will and strength and said:

"What's this... and what promise?"

"This medallion is... cough... my legacy to you. The promise you have to keep... is... be whole in your ways, Tira. Follow what you mean is right... and for all... wheeze... believe in yourself and others... then you'll know that I'll never die"

"I... I don't know what you mean, father..." she alternately looked at the medallion with increasing curiosity and her dying father with greater confusion.

"You will... and you must... wheeze... cough..."

As her father died she was in great grief and didn't want to leave him at first after his last minute. And what she didn't understand that day she understood it since she began mature. This was just one of her many losses in her life but the very last words of her father were embraced in her heart and she kept her promise ever since: She always stood strong, patient and steadfast. As she remembered her other losses briefly she had finally gotten out of the forest and saw a unicorn gazing upon her and looked like it had been waiting for her.

"So it is true" she thought for herself.

The stories had told that in dark times a unicorn would help elves with good hearts in their deepest needs. She stopped to recover her breath and tried to calm the child who had been crying all the way from Cirith Arabor. As if the unicorn read her mind it walked over to her gracefully and waited for her to be ready. She laid her hand on the back of the unicorn and felt surprisingly strange but comfortable warmth from the body of the unicorn which calmed her mind for reasons she didn't know. Without words the unicorn began to gallop. In every step the unicorn gained speed and got faster and faster and laid more and more distance between them and the ongoing massacre many miles behind them.

Tira remembered when she got informed that her last relative had died and she was the only remaining from her family and had no other to talk to but her friends and acquaintances. She had inherited her mother's and father's positions as important medical person in Hospital of ALvern. One day the midwife of Arabor's Monarchy died and the news spread fast among the people from Alvern's Land. It was widely known that the next midwife of the Araborn Monarchy had to be an elf from the Hospital of Alvern, personally selected by the current rulers of Alvern's Land and Arabor. She remembered when she got an invitation to the selection of the next midwife. She had been hesitant about this but regardless what she said about it her friends' suggestions made her reluctantly participate in the meetings. The first meeting with the kings and queens of Arabor and Alvern was special for her. Of course she thought that she had to be picky about her actions she selected while she was in the room of meetings but it went smoothly without fail and at the same time it felt natural and autistic. King Alvar had heard about her tragic past and was impressed about her still standing strong. Queen Mereya sensed the great positivity and strength inside her. After the meeting Tira left with a good feeling and sure enough she got invited again and again. After her selection as the Royal Midwife she became very fond of the Monarchy and later viewed them as her renewed family.

It stung a bit in her heart that she had again experienced great loss; she had now experienced to lose two families before she even established her own. At that moment she did not felt it so strong again, perhaps because of the calming and soothing effect the unicorn had with its magical warmth and aura.

Tira was among the few people that were present in the room where the prophecy was told by the Court Wizard and with her sense of danger in the future and her wealth she made a secret hideout near the border between Arabor and Alvern's Land. It was placed some miles in Alvern's Land right beside the river called Marden, made by sorcery of elves she trusted to ensure the survival of her family.

Now she thought that the place was going to be quite huge compared to they were only two who were going to occupy it, maybe three with the unicorn. As the unicorn ran through the fields and hills ominous sounds of thunder filled the air; each thunder was more ground shaking that the previous one. Tira carefully looked behind her and saw that an enormous, dark cloud that rapidly grew where lightning could be clearly seen emerging from even the deepest part of the dark sphere. Suddenly the unicorn slowed down and stopped and kneeled down, apparently wanted them to go off it. When Tira hesitated it whinnied in few seconds before she understood was going to happen. She immediately went off, kneeled and covered the child in her arms. The unicorn stood up and began to glow. A bubble of light shined from the unicorn and grew around them, surrounding them. As she sensed it would happen a huge explosive sound could be heard, followed by a destructive, dark wave. The bubble of light from the unicorn had protected them completely from the eliminating blast inclusive the plants and animals which had sensed the danger as well and had sought shelter in the bubble. On the other hand everything outside the bubble was reduced to dust; the trees that stood had been overturned, stones and bricks hit the ground hard after their long flight from their original placement, animals of every kind had been killed and were spread all over the fields.

"What kind of dark magic is this?" she gasped and glanced at the destruction all around her and continued "How can one man be able to do this? No... it's impossible... only an unholy being would be able to do such demonic sorcery!"

The unicorn slowly disarmed its bubble of light and went by Tira's side, encouraging her to continue the escape with its help. As so she mounted on the unicorn and went through the result of the Dark Massacre. While they went through the southern part of Arabor her feelings for the eliminated, executed and murdered second family overwhelmed her and finally made her cry. Not even the calming effect of the unicorn could ease her grief. After some time in sadness she mustered enough will to lay this behind:

"No!" she thought "I need to be strong! Like my father said they live inside me and will always be in my memories. Please, hurry; go to my hideout as fast as you can. Arustor will surely try to find us and end the desire he had been given by the Four Forces. I've never thought that the Holy Religion would be the reason for this mad treachery"

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They reached the hideout. The Dark Massacre destruction did not reach that far out from its center as Tira feared but nonetheless it was by history of Arabor the most destructive event ever heard by man. Compared to the awful and saddening sight she viewed in the first few hours this place was beautiful and untouched by the dark explosion. As she mounted off of the unicorn she began to sing a spell that would allow her and ones who had heard the song to see the invisible and transparent hideout: it was nothing compared to the know destroyed Cirith Arabor but it was still noticeable from afar if it could be freely viewed.

She entered through the front gate and for the first time in hours and hours she felt safe and secure. The child had fallen asleep after hours of crying. The unicorn wanted apparently to stay close by and went into the barn where there were haystack readied as if the place had been waiting for their arrival.

She placed the child gently into the cradle made of mahogany with elegant, symmetric patterns and took the medallion forth from her neck chain along with the intact Azra leaf placing them on the table right beside the cradle.

"I'll take care of you, child of Royal heir. I'll raise you like you were my own and give the love you would have gotten by your parents" she thought where the grief did not felt as heavy anymore.

"You'll be our legacy, Elian"