Same Old Sky | Chapter Eighteen

I walked gracefully (I hope) down the stairs to the grassy area, searching for something to do.

In the elvish books, it had said that as an elf walked around the woods for a first time they would find their calling, their purpose.

I felt nothing. Zilch, zero, nada.

I walked past EVERYTHING, or so I thought.

Finally I came to a small canopied tree, and pushing aside the curtain door, I stepped in.

A healers tent. No one was there, and although I wasn't quite sure it was proper, I found my hands pulling down a book from the shelf, sitting on the bench and reading enthusiastically.

Perhaps too enthusiastically, for I did not hear the owner of the tent come inside, nor notice their presence as they watched with amusement at this young elf with the gift of healing.

Soon I looked up, for it was getting dark and hard to see, hoping to find a candle, instead I saw a tall silver haired elf, wearing deep purple.

I leapt up, dropping the book, blushing furiously.

The elf laughed. "Do not worry. It is only that you are a healer. You would never dare otherwise. It is how I found my calling.." for a moment she was lost in memory and I was frozen in fear.