Tel'Mithrim

History - The Fisher Maid

A wandering storyteller wanders into the Silver arrow, looking at the patrons he seats himself in the bard's chair.

"A song!" The patrons say. "Sing us a song!" Shaking his head the Storyteller smiles and replies. "I have but one song and a story to go with it." "It is long." "Are you sure you want to hear this?" A lovely little pixie runs over to the chair and promptly sits on the floor. "Tell." She whispers. The Storyteller cannot help but a smile again and nod at her. "It is about one who lives here now little one, perchance it is time the lands hear the tale."

Tuning the large harp next to him before beginning, he turns to the group and begins to tell a story, stopping to sing the song as the story develops.

Now, Maya was born in a cave at the end of the Trinsic rebellion. Her much older sister took her to a fishing family in the village of Skara Brae. As she grew, she learned ways of fishing and was content to spend days with her adopted father looking for fish to sell. Nights were hers however, and she spent many hours prowling the docks and taverns of Skara Brae flirting and playing. This earned her a reputation among the women of the village as "The Wanton Elf maid"

She only looked at them and laughed, saying, "You spend a lot of time assuming I am chasing your sons." "Would it be you only knew what your own daughters are doing?" Maya's real hunger was magic and dragons. She would wander off, gather wild reagents and practice the spells she heard males recite when drunk.

While hiding in the woods one eve learning the second circle, she was startled to see her sister standing over her. Veil threw full spell book and a bag of reagents at her feet. Saying, "I have arranged for you to attend school Maya." "You leave in the morning for Moonglow, I have hired help for father so you can do this." Angry Maya blurted, "Veil!" " NO!" " I want to stay here!" "I want to be with my friends!" Placing her hands on her hips the warrior maid looked to her younger sister and replied, "Seler' I have heard of your friends, you are going."

Sullen Maya packed her bags and departed for the school. Once there, her nature and abilities in magic began to show themselves and she quickly began mastering the circles. Even at the school she could not escape her sister. Stories were told of the Warrior Maiden Veil, who read the threads and was prophesied over at birth. Anger grew in her heart, the childish anger of jealousy, and she told none who she was.

Watching the dragons fly over head one day with her friends. She heard one say, "Did you hear that the Lady Veil was seen in town today?" Turning on the young mage she yelled, "My sister is not a goddess!" " I am just as much as she is!" Running back to the dormitory, she packed her bags and left the school in anger, before completing the eight circles.

Flirting a steed out of a tamer by the bank, she journeyed to Ice Mountain. She would show her!

Twas the early summer, the time of Dragon flight. A maiden thought she would watch the famed mating fights.

To Ice Mountain she traveled upon a trusty steed. The maiden was excited, and filled with unknown need.

Fire in the Valley, Lighting in the sky. The maiden stood and trembled as the Dragons flew by.

Arriving on the mountain top, Maya was soon out of her element and over whelmed.

Standing on the mountain top, the valley far below, Maya was surprised to see the dragons glow.

There were some of every color, browns, bronze and golds. Maya began to feel fear, if the truth need be told.

Fire in the Valley, Lighting in the sky. The maiden stood and trembled as the Dragons flew by.

The female stood in splendor, her golden hide aglow. The dragon's wings rippled and the flowers were laid low.

The bronze stood ready to catch his female prey, The maiden hid in the shadows and began to silently pray.

Fire in the Valley, Lighting in the sky. The maiden stood and trembled as the Dragons flew by.

The golden female took flight, far off into the starry night. Maya was privileged to see the rare sight.

The male was close behind her, breathing flames of fire, The maiden held her mounts main to keep him from the pyre.

Fire in the Valley, Lighting in the sky. The maiden stood and trembled as the Dragons flew by.

Far above the ritual began, a dance as old as dragon kind. Weaving and flying the pair flew, not seeming to mind.

With a golden hide that shimmers and eyes as old as time, The female lands whispering. "Maiden, you are mine."

Fire in the Valley, Lighting in the sky. The maiden paid the price for watching dragons' fly.

As she went down in a field of fire Maya screamed her sisters name.

Their bond was greater than the elf maid comprehended.

Veil heard the screams in her mind miles away and was also angry. She finally was happy, and the pain in her side that her sister had become was bothersome. She did not react as she should have, instead making Maya wait. When the screams suddenly stopped, she paused. "Maya?" Checking the thread, she was appalled to see her sisters cut and dangling from the weave. Moving into action, she arrived on the mountain top too late to save her sister. Standing atop the bones of the one person she loved, she began to pray. "Maiden." "Please." "Take me, bring her back" The world shifted around Veil and a gentle voice whispered in her mind. "Will you give your soul for her?" "Uma," came the reply through tears. "She is all I have." The pain started then, a paralyzing deep nerve pains that made the warrior maid whimper.

Maya began to reform, not as herself, red hair and green eyes but, as a mirror image of her sister. A spirit only. Another wave of pain started as the spirit maid merged with the real.

"It is done," said the voice. "You are bonded forever as twins, one of sunlight, one of night." "Your price for anger and jealousy is that you shall never touch again." "You must work together to decide who will live what life."

Stopping the Story teller smiled down at the pixy. "There is it little one, the story of the cursed sisters." "I have heard that they live here now and have come to some kind of agreement about sharing their soul." "One walks the path of a cleric, and the other?" "Well who knows..