The water sparkled slightly in the early morning light, a rosey hue overlapping the land as the sun slowly made it's way into the heavens. But all this was lost upon the young girl who kneeled on the floor, cursing the scrubrush in her hands as she made the bottom of the room shine. Her father stood by the open window, his arms crossed, the light casting a glow about him as well, and even though he had made her scrub the floor, as she was made to everymorning, she still adored him with a youthful abandon. "Hurry up Aldora, before the sun makes it's way over that tree top I want to see this room finished." She nodded at him, hurrying her pace to accomidate the time set. As she finished the floor she stood, her legs soaked with water. "May I change now?" He nodded at her and she ran to her room. Removing her nightdress, she slipped into her cloths. Brushing her long blue hair out she pulled it up on both sides, letting the trails hang down, bouncing towards her knees. Finished, she went back out into the room and stood before her father. "I am ready."

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Years later...

The young Elvish woman woke from bed early that morning, as she did every morning. Opening the shutters to let the early morning light in, she started her day by cleaning her small home. Once she was finished, she went into her room and slipped out of her nightdress and into her cloths, brushing her long blue hair out, she pulled it to both sides, letting the trails hang down towards her knees, two innocent and bright reminders of her youth. After getting ready she went back into the mainroom, her deep violet eyes taking in her surroundings in a cool manner. She pulled two daggers out of a small case, they had belonged to her father, and now that he had retired and it was time for her to take her place among the ranks of her family, they were hers. She studied the two blades, both black with red hilts, markings on each telling what they were, the blades jagged and sharp. After looking at them for awhile, reminding herself of what it was she would do, she put them away and sat down at a small desk. Pulling out a piece of parchment, she began put the finishing touches on the story she had been working on for the past few weeks. While it wasn't enough to keep her in a rich lifestyle, atleast writing paid the bills until she finished her training.

Her mind raced back to all the mornings she had trained with her father. The Nia'gala family had always been hired blades, assassins as some would call them. Absently tracing the scorpion tattoo that trailed it's way down the right side of her face, Aldora almost smiled, her family had always followed the Scorpion and she knew that soon she would leave this quaint cottage, and practice what she was taught, learning and developing her own technique as she did so, for that was the way of her family, for each to be taught the basics of there given field, then left to find there own way to make these skills practical. Perhaps it had been the innocent charm that had clung to his daughter like a shroud, but her father had forbade her to become a warrior as he was, instead he made her learn the trade of silence, for that was what the Nia'gala's had always been, a whisper in the night, and nothing more...