silvari

This is the story of one girl’s need for vengeance that would set things in motion that would forever change the face of the world.

“Brother I swear upon our parent’s grave that I will not rest until I have avenged your death.” There were no tears drying on her face that day or for any day to come, for she had no time to grieve. The last of her family was dead. She scavenged around for what little she could find of a house that, she and her brother had once shared with her long departed parents, had been left in shambles.
Her family had been members of the world’s deadliest warrior race. They were the Sidhe; they are as beautiful as they are dangerous. There were two different types of Sidhe, the full blooded and those who became part of the Sidhe after their territories were taken over by the Sidhe and some were given noble status like her family. The thing about Silvari for that is her name, but though she was not a Sidhe by birth some of her genes had been genetically altered. Her hair was like a liquid fire of red and gold, and their eyes the color of the purest gold with a red slit pupil like a snake. That hair color was only seen on a Sidhe when it was direst need. They are said to yield powers the likes of which no other Sidhe or mortal could comprehend, and their eyes are golden with a red slit pupil like a cat. It is also said that the power they control, comes at a high price.


In times past the Sidhe were great Battle Mages and Paladins. Virtually any Sidhe could become a Battle Mage or Paladin that was until five thousand years ago when the Sidhe broke away from the Elders. During that war the casualty’s were devastating on both sides. By the time the smoke cleared, six-hundred and ninety-five of the remaining Battle Mages and Paladins had declared their independence from the Elders and renamed themselves the Sidhe. After that terrible battle the ones who named themselves Sidhe gave up their greater magic’s by sealing those powers away for when the world was in great danger, thus the legend of the Battle Mages and Paladins came to be. They sealed their powers away in the hopes that one who was found worthy during the worlds time of need could call on their

Silvari found a horse that had not been killed or lamed and put her meager findings in place, then swung herself up on the horse’s bare back and flicked the reigns of the bit less bridle guiding the horse into a canter. She was determined to make it to the state of Lytharia, one of the twenty-six Sidhe states, and home to the king and Queen of all Sidhe. From Ystatlin it was a good twelve week journey. This was not a journey that she would normally make on her own, but given her circumstances, she had no choice. She had to warn the king and queen and besides her brother and only friend had been killed in that massacre and she was out for the blood of those who killed the last remnant of her family.