Chapters and Stuff~
~Prologue
~Chapter One
~Chapter Two
~Chapter Three
~Prologue~
"The aura in her is so strong, I can feel it. Please Syazair, don't be ignorant. I know you can feel it, too."
The woman looked distastefully at the other person in the humid tent. His ragged clothing and wild graying hair gave the wrong impression to most people. But as much as the woman hated his appearance, she knew what lay beneath the barbaric outside. The man called Syazair glared at the woman, then leaned closer to her.
"If you really want to send her to the... the Keep, then do it, Roxanne. She's not mine anymore," Syazair harshly whispered into her ear. Roxanne narrowed her eyes at the man and gave him a short nod. The elder flicked his wrist, dismissing the other person. She sighed and pushed open the tent flap, the dawning sun greeting her outside. Roxanne could see the other tribe members heading inside their own tents, and the tribe warriors getting ready for a night hunt. She entered her own tent and smiled at the sight of her baby girl sleeping soundly in the cloth hammock, or what was left of it.
Roxanne searched for the leather flask of milk for the baby, but she found something else; the little vanil shaa hatchling was pawing through her ones of the bags, and rolling out was an apple she had only bought this morning. The shaa was about to grab the apple when it noticed her master was glaring at her. It lowered its floppy ears and whined softly, knowing it might get in trouble. Roxanne picked up the apple and placed it back in the bag, then tied it up tightly.
"Go on back to your bed," she said to the shaa. It obediently trotted over to the makeshift 'bed', which was just a small hole in the sand in another corner of the tent. After a few more minutes of searching for that flask, she gave up and sighed. The baby will have to stay hungry for now. The woman peeked outside the tent to see that the Sun had finally gave up the sky to Night; the moon was peeking over the horizon and the stars dimly dotted the sky with feeble light.
It was time.
Roxanne headed back into the tent and fumbled over all the junk in the tent for a spare basket. She would've planned this earlier, but that encounter with the elderman left her mind swirling and her emotions clashing. The woman still can believe she was doing this, but it was for her own good, right?
If Syazair won't listen to me, he'll have to listen to her.
She went over to her daughter and gently settled her into the basket, lightly placing her blanket over her. Tears were silently streaming down Roxanne face by now; she couldn't hold it in any longer. She whistled softly for the shaa hatchling to come and follow. The woman could see the blue jewel, faintly glowing in the dark, moving toward her. Roxanne poked her head out the tent. Seeing as no one was out there, nor the warriors were back from that hunt, she slipped out of the tent with basket in hand and the little hatchling trotting behind. Roxanne came up to one of the tent she believed to be her sister's and before she slid it into the tent, she placed a single envelope labeled, For my darling daughter when ready.
"My daughter, I will always love you, no matter if I'm on this world, or the... the Sun Goddess's Realm. Don't forget that, my baby." And with those few quiet words hanging heavily in the air, she slowly slid the basket into the tent, the last time she would see her daughter, or so she believed. The shaa hatchling looked up at it's master, puzzled. Roxanne nudged the hatchling into the tent and with a small yelp, it vanished into the tent.
"Goodbye, my baby," Roxanne whispered. She glanced around the village of tents, checking if anyone was out there. She soon saw little orange dots in the distance advancing quickly to the village.
Torches.
The warriors were coming.
She had to leave fast. Roxanne rushed back into her tent and grabbed her black-hooded cloak. She quickly put it on, now hearing faint voices in the distance. She headed around to the village's little barn, where they kept most the magical creatures they found or raised. Her kitsune was waiting for her at the entrance, its amber eyes staring at her intently. It almost seemed... amused. Roxanne motioned it to follow. They ran away from the village, heading for Voltar; leaving all of the burdens and memories back at the little village on the outskirts of the Etain Desert.
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It might not make any sense (well, it is the prologue
) and probably might not follow Magistream lore; remember, this is my first story xD But anyway, as I said before, comments/constructive criticism is very appreciated :3 
