The Reincarnated Love

Chapter 2 - First Meeting

Chapter 2

Only thinking about her late mother who was the only one who loved her, teaching her the many ways of being from the royal line of Elves and learning about the old ways with her ability using the power of winter. The world does not understand the most powerful artifacts that hold the keys, knowledge, and power as we not one. Finishing the last page with her favorite book mark keeping the page in place. Putting the magical book away in the hidden compartment of the bookshelf. Taking a long look hard look at the mid morning day. The sun hidden behind the dark storm clouds coursing through the summer air. Noticing a storm was about to drench the earth with her tears of sorrow. Playing with the surrounding necklace slim, elegant neck, her late mother gifted her as a child hoping to seek the truth behind the tear drop jewel that rests in between her bosoms. After the time of thinking about her late mother, she knew it was time to head out before the storm got worse. “Something bad is about to happen. The heavens created a storm this large of a magnitude. Better hurry and go gather the herbs I need to make my potions for the village clinic” grabbing her dark maroon cloak wrapping the winter coat around her petite body tying the satin belt around her slim waist hiding the fact she has small weapons and poisons on her person in her homemade belt that holds everything she needs when leaving her home. Putting her the hood on hiding her delicate face with her unruly waist length wild raven hair from the outside world. Double checking she has everything she needs before heading out to the far east of the forest where the herb’s are located. Tying her satchel on her belt around her slim waist underneath her warm winter cloak hiding her petite body from the world and making her s*x unidentified from travelers. Walking deeper into the forest feeling more alive and welcomed then being tied down in a small tavern back in the village. Continuing her journey to her own secret place in the eastern valley near her small cottage. Reaching the clearing near a clear crystal blue river that runs down the bank for miles. A small soft smile graces her feminine face humming to herself without a care in the world, noticing a different smell and aura was in the air near the river bank. “This smell is so strong, warm like a thousand suns. Hold on I smell blood” looking around herself the young women was keeping her guard up encase the perpetrators were still around. Leaving behind the river bank in look for the person who has become injured with the warm strong smell of the golden sun on a warm hot summer’s day. Letting her senses run out in hopes to find the person before they succumb to three injuries.  Reaching the area where she sensed the strong aura. Seeing a tall man leaning against the old willow tree holding his left side that was seeping his bright rich blood from the open wound. Walking up to the young man who must be a few years older than herself, being careful of the forest animals around them. Seeing a large stag coming towards her and the injured man with no harm within the dark eyes of the animal. Kneeling down next to the young man with dark auburn hair hiding his pale face behind the curtain of hair. Reaching out with her small childlike hands, summoning her healing magic to work on closing up the mans wounds making sure not to wake him from his slumber. The young women sung an old childhood song taught by her mother all those years ago “Mother earth comes from within our souls, in our hearts we are high above the ways we seek to see the place of our homeland, from within our magic we are thy healers from long ago” without a care in the world her voice carries through the forest with every living creature who hears the gentle voice coming from the maiden with the soft voice. Ignoring all is around her she continues her work making sure her patient would not gain a high fever from the infection that accumulated over the hours this man was here. Not knowing that the man was awake noticing his saviour was a small female. Trying to figure out if she was a friend or foe, the man could only wonder where she knew that old childhood song from the time of the blood war years prior. “Seems like whoever this person is, they are not here to cause harm. Wonder how this person knew this song of the Elven Woods back to my old home located in the high mountains. Still how could I not have sensed this small child?” He thought without realizing it he had fallen asleep missing the women kneeling next to him talking to a large woodland animal trying to use her healing magic to save his life. The last thing he remembers before his own subconscious takes over his mind was feeling her soft healing touch. “His injuries are horrible, who would do such a thing to someone else” Making sure the wounded man was still alive, after asking the large stag to her help with getting this auburn-haired man to her home. Forgetting about gathering the herbs she was there for. Lifting the man up upon the stag laying him upon the large stag that was helping her carry him to her only sanctuary. Once reaching her home, the young women takes the young man into her house towards her bedroom laying him down onto her soft bed. Sighing she headed straight towards the adjoined bathroom to rinse off the now cold cloth. Returning to the young man laying the warm cloth upon his forehead. With curiosity she lingers her right hand to move his shaggy hair away from his face to get a better look at her guest.  Wondering in wonderment on how a handsome young man gotten injured. She traces his soft features from his closed eyelids, down to his strong chiseled chin. In wonder the young women could only trace his face and using her Elven magic to make sure he is doing well with his fever he had gained from his wound. Getting up from her sitting position on the cold hard floor next to him she heads towards the living room leaving him alone to rest till morning. Once there she starts a warm fire in the fireplace to warm up the house from the cold air seeping through her home. Sitting in her favorite spot near the window looking out towards the now calm night sky with so many twinkling stars shining high in the dark sky. Humming to herself watching the thousand bright stars from her spot near the open window. Closing her delicate ember eyes listening to night creatures music within the twilight forest keeping herself quiet so her guest stays asleep. Summoning the book of magic her late mother had inherited from the goddess of the moon. Finding the entry she left off at before leaving this morning to find what she needed. Grabbing the soft wool blanket she made with her knitting skills, wrapping around her shoulders near the roaring fireplace. So in depth with her reading the young had not realized her wounded guest was watching her from the door way of her Livingroom. Making his way towards the now realized beautiful women who had saved him from his almost near death.  “Excuse me, miss can you tell me where we are?” trying not to scare the petite young women who was reading a massive book about something. While glancing around the room he could not find one thing to help him find out more about who was this little saviour. Trying to figure out what the title of the massive ancient looking book that was lying in her lap opened watching her read with so much emotion shinning within her unique ember eyes. Searching her delicate face while waiting for her response to his spoken question. Learning the art patients was one thing he had to learn to grow up within the old creed back in his old home. Leaving the village was hard on him through the last three years of bringing framed of murdering his father and stealing his late lord Kyro’s stone that holds his power inside the dark red ruby jewel. Looking up from her book she could only stare at the young man with such a soft expression upon her childlike features. Worry was crawling its way up her spine with hope she wouldn’t have to break her promise she had made the day her mother died. With fear coursing through blood stream she turns her eyes towards the now roaring fireplace using her Elven magic to write her thoughts for her guest to read without her using voice.  In thought he could only wonder on what she was doing with the fire that was roaring in the fireplace. Turning his apple green eyes towards the fire seeing what she was doing. He understood her being mute from the way she was using Elven magic he had not seen since he was a young boy, paying close attention to the fire he could make out words coming from her own thoughts. “Please understand, I have a voice but I swore to never use my voice again. My name is Clara, I brought you to my house with the help of a large stag from within the forest. How are you feeling?” was what he had read through the flames. Turning his bright green eyes towards the women next to him seeing her try to curl herself into a small ball in the chair she was sitting upon. Noticing the smell of fear was coming from this kind-hearted women who saved his life earlier today. Slowing getting up from his spot near the warm heat of the fire, coaxing her to look at him in the eyes “Hey, it’s all right. I will not harm you. Please look at me?” kneeling in front of her he pushes some of her dark unruly raven locks away from her face to look into her piercing ember eyes. One look he knew how wrong he was by evening thinking she was just a mere child. Now with a closer look he noticed how her ember eyes were so open with raw emotions showing the right to the depths of her soul.  “Beautiful. How could I have not noticed she was a full blooded woman? She is just breathtaking, why would she hide away from the outside world? I wonder..” thinking about her words and still brushing her hair away from her delicate face noticing her long elegant pointed Elven ears hidden away within her unruly raven hair. Moving her hair behind her ears seeing who she is from her features to the tips of her ears. “Yes Clara, Thanks to your wonderful healing I am at full health. My name is Colton Hearthridge” giving her a small smile showing her how grateful he was with her help. Blushing from the feel of his fingers tracing against her face and ears watching him with her ember eyes calculating what to do next. In almost 12 years Clara knew she would have to break her promise and use her voice she had sworn not to use ever again. With little thought she could see he was a strong genuine young man with an aura seeping from within his core. His aura was a bright golden halo surround him in waves that of a thousand suns shining with so much life. The colour was so bright and warm just like the early sunrise from the east. It was amazing to see with her own eyes the pure strength and power from his golden aura. Sighing Clara could only look away with knowing how red her face has become from all the attention he was giving her. “Can you please stop” using her soft voice she had not used in over twelve years  Clara gasped in shocked for hearing herself speak for the first time since her mother’s death all those years ago. Startled from hearing her soft sweet voice for the first time, Colton could only stare at this kind-hearted women who saved his life. Looking at her sweet Elven face with a tenderness within his own cold frozen heart. he did not understand how this could be happening all of a sudden. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from showing this feeling of tenderness from within his cold frozen heart.  “Clara, I may not know why you stopped using your voice. Know this, I will never hurt you or allow another harm you” speaking while holding onto her small delicate hands within in his own rough ones from over use of being a trained assassin. It shocked Clara staring into his handsome face trying to understand why this man she helped, just promised her to keep her safe from whatever harm that could befall her. “Colton, why?” speaking so trying her hardest from keeping her tears at bay, letting go of Colton’s hands Clara could only excuse herself towards the bathroom in her small bedroom. Falling towards the ground crying her eyes out for breaking the one promise she had made to her late mother. “Mother, I’m sorry. Please forgive me” Clara’s body was trembling from the emotions coming up from within her own shattered soul trying with all her might to not show her tears in front of this kind-hearted man she just meet. Hearing Colton walking towards the bathroom door she was hiding behind. Thinking Clara climbed through the small open window that leads to her backyard. Trying with all her might to hold back the pain of using her voice. Knowing about the promise she made after her mother’s death all those years ago. Walking towards the swinging bench that she had made with her own hands out of an old oak tree. Letting her emotions run with the soft night breeze blowing her long unruly raven hair all around herself hiding behind a blanket. Closing her eyes with her tears falling down her porcelain face, except for the winds soft touch against her soft cold skin welcoming the comfort in her time of need. Trying to stop her tears from flowing down her porcelain face keeping the pain and sorrow in each heartfelt wail coming from the depths of her soul. Clara turned her head up towards the full moon in the night sky letting her sorrow fill the darken forest near her home through an ancient song her mother had taught her as a young child. During the chorus Clara felt the strong warm aura she knew was Colton alone. Having him sitting next to her allowing him to wrap his arms around her to keep her warm from the cold night air. “Clara, it’s all right. I won’t go anywhere” turning to face her on the swinging bench he noticed she had fallen asleep against his shoulder. With a soft sigh he picked her up into his strong arms carrying back into her home towards the Livingroom where he noticed a small couch was near the dying fireplace from earlier. Once inside, Colton lays Clara down onto the soft couch placing her wool blanket upon her to keep her warm. Once he knew she was safe and sound asleep on the couch Colton turned around and re-started the fire letting it blaze alive once again to help keep them both warm. The only thought crossed his mind was the soul retching pain he heard from her small form out in the backyard. “Maybe tomorrow I can get the answers I need and try to understand my saviour a little more” looking at the large hard cover book he had saw Clara reading. Not knowing what lies inside the book of Elven magic. With as much care and gentleness he had Colton picked up the book trying to read what it was all about. Colton opened the book up noticing an old photograph with a beautiful Elven women holding onto a small child that looks like Clara. Trying to pin point where he has seen this young Elven women before, trying to rack his brain in memory about who these women could have been. “This Elven women looks like the late Elven Princess Leila of the Lyra Kingdom. I wonder..” looking at Clara who was sound asleep curled up in a fetal position trying to keep herself warm. “Cute” smiling towards the young petite women who was sound asleep in his presence. Looking back at the photo he could only wonder if Clara is the daughter of Lady Leila, the lover of his late Lord Kyro of the wolf-bane tribe living in the high mountain side of Keizen valley. Shaking his head to rid of thoughts to be a nothing but rumours that he was told as a young teen boy in training to become an assassin like the rest of deceased family. Thinking upon the rumors from long ago when he was just 10 years old hearing among his own tribe “Then again, she resembles Lord Kyro a lot with the ember eyes that hold so much emotion within the depths. I wonder if the rumors are true about Lord Kyro ever having a child with his lover Lady Leila”