Sofia lay upon the cool summer green grass, watching the clouds slowly pass by. She gently pushed her dusky blonde hair out of her eyes and sighed. She was so relaxed here and the weather was perfect, but she knew that soon she would have to leave once more. What she wouldn't give to have this sunset last forever, let her just sit here and stare at the intense golden blue sky. No more trekking across the broken lands to distant places long forgotten by all but herself and those that resided there. If any did at all. She sighed once more as she remembered the peace at her old home, all her friends and family. They all would welcome her back…

But no, she had come to far just to run home after a moment's discomfort. They all thought she would fail and come running back but she would prove them wrong, all of them. Sofia was a Golden Elf, the last of her race that she knew. She was found in the woods near Du Wendarvirlan, she had only looked around four years old but in truth she had lived for fifteen years. She was still very young for an elf. A nearby band of human hunters came across her and took her to Meiren, her adoptive mother. Meiren had been good to Sofia and had loved her as she loved her own, but Sofia felt stifled and alone with the humans. She was not one of them and each mirror constantly reminded her of that.

She had startling green eyes, as green as the sea on a perfect summers day and high cat like cheekbones which gave her face a sense of nobility. Another thing was her golden dusky blonde hair, which flowed beautifully down her shoulders. Each fine strand had its own original colour that framed her slim beautiful face. Her skin was a soft cream colour that deepened with a strong hint of tan. Her full rose lips were finely sculptured and always seemed to be just ready to smile. Finally her voice, her voice which danced in your ears and left you smiling even if you had no idea what she was saying. Her voice always sounded as though she was just about to laugh, an amazing laugh like water flowing quickly through pebbles. A laugh like birds singing in the spring.

Sofia raised herself gracefully from the ground and once more began her journey, she should be there soon, if her plans were correct. She should soon be in the land of Ellesmera…