Chapter 107: Daughter’s Wellbeing
Back in the kingdom of Dunhurst, Lady Loraven was sitting in the gardens of the palace. She was in a daze, staring at the flowers and partially enjoying the sun. Her fingers tapped on the bench where she last sat with Evanna before she left on her journey to steal that gemstone. Today was her daughter’s eighteenth birthday, and after their discussion in the dream walk, it was absolute that Evanna has been gifted.
Loraven was an elf and her daughter a half-breed; if the nobles were to find out, then they could very well be executed. She kept a close eye on her throughout her childhood, for it was dangerous for them to be living in the palace. She always hated that Evanna was brought up in such an environment, but there was nowhere else to go; her parents would never take her back even if they knew of their granddaughter.
Loraven was unsure of what Evanna’s powers were other than this ’sixth sense’. From how she described it, that was quite a rare power, but then again, so was hers. Each member of her family had a gift to do with the mind.
Her gift was being able to dream walk, her mother could control what people could see, and her younger brother could control people’s speech. She wondered, with her daughter being a half-breed, what power she was gifted and if it would be powerful.
But that was the least on her mind right now. Evanna was captured, and now more than ever, she should be as far away as possible from the elven kingdoms. When an elven child/teenager has been bestowed the gift, their body goes through excruciating pain to get used to the surge of power awakening in their body. The pain and length of the feverish ’illness’ they go through depends on how strong the gift or gifts are.
If the elves were to find out that she is a half-breed and the state she is in today is due to her gift awakening, then they could very well use it as a torture technique. Loraven would not put it past the Flori. She could only hope that Evanna has not revealed her true self or told anyone that it was her birthday. The last chance of an elf to get their gift would be on their eighteenth birthday. It was extremely rare to be given it any later.
Loraven placed her hand on her chest, vaguely forgetting she gave the family heirloom to Evanna. But the habit still brought her comfort, and comfort was what she needed while thinking of everything her daughter must have been through. She did not know what Evanna had been doing before being captured by the Flori. But the necklace was connected to one of the rings she wore. Anytime the ring glowed, it meant Evanna was injured.
She kept watching the green gem on her ring. It did not glow too much, but it went off like a firework a few times, making her feel faint with worry. If the colour drained from the stone, then it meant Evanna was dead. So, in times when it glowed, she would constantly watch it for two days even after it stopped glowing because she knew soldiers could die of infections or not getting their injuries treated.
Loraven knew too well how lives were lost. It was why she trained so well and taught her daughter to become a master of two blades. If Loraven brought her daughter up in Lyvaria, then she would be knighted as a swords master, no matter if she was a woman.