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"It's also the day you will find your true name," The male replied.
The female was very tiny for a minotaur, but had a alot of personality to her appearance. She wore loose, flowing pants, and a tight top, which was short enough to show her stomach. Down her right arm stretched tribal tattoos.
"Ilsildril! It's time to go! We have to be back by nightfall remember!" A voice yelled from outside the room.
"Coming mum!" She yelled back, "looks like it's time for you to go. You are coming to my ceremony tonight, correct?" She kissed him.
"You know I wouldn't miss it Ilsildril, do you have any ideas yet?"
"I have a few Eloth, I will decide from what my heart tells me. Unfortunatly, it tells me ot go off on my own."
"You'll get the chance in a few years, time moves quicker the older you become."
They both left the room together, Eloth exited the house and went down a trail, dragging his feet behind him. Ilsildril got into a carriage and sat next to her father.
They rode east for several hours, and stopped in front of an old building. The outside was unkept and dark, except for an elaborate sign hung over the front door. It was a vibrant purple with orange and green designs outlining it. In large writing the board read 'Fortunes Tellings'. The three walked into the building with the sun directly above them.
The inside of the shop was dark, covered in different covered drapes and beads. A table with cards and stones lay in the center of the room and candles lined the walls. A tall woman jingled as she walked out of what appeared to be the far wall.
"I've been waiting for you all day. My name is Layla. Now which one of you is Ilsildril?" the woman asked.
"I am," the youngest one said.
She sat at the table and Layla did the same. She signaled for the two older minotaurs to leave and they did so promptly.
"Now young one, why is it you are here? what is it you wish to ask the cards?"
"I want to know if I will become someone. I want to know if i will do something great."
"That can be done without the cards," She said, laying down the deck back to the table, "this will change the rest of your life. Are you sure you want this?"
"Whatever it is, I'm ready for it."
She raised her hand to the minotaurs forehead. Slowly she closed her eyes, but it seemed like she could still read Ilsildril perfectly. After a few seconds Layla's and fell and a smiled formed on her face.
"You have the ability to do things your parents will never be able to do. You, Ilsildril Morroway, are able to become a tradesman and help defend our realm."
Ilsildril jumped to her feet and smiled. Through her entire lineage, her family had always been mundane. Every member would go through the same chain of events, until now. She would break all the tradition and brave the world. She could do what her parents dreamed of. Ilsildril squealed, hugging Layla tightly.
"what should I tell my family? They respect trademen, but they don't actually know one."
"Don't tell them until you feel ready. Afterwards, return here to me. I will have you judged in front of the council of lore."
She hugged the gypsy again, wrapping her arms tight around the woman's waist. They said their goodbyes and Ilsildril went to see her parents. She stood before her elders, collecting her thoughts and calming herself down.
"Well, what did she say?" Her father asked impatiently.
"She told me my talents would shine, not truly much more," Ilsildril responded, trying to hide the wide smile on her face.
"Your talents? You are simply a writer, and not a great one at that. I doubt you would be respected at all in this age."
"One can always learn new things father, maybe I'm not just a writer after all."
"Oh, hush now. Enough of this, we must return home for your ceremony tonight."
They all boarded the carriage and rode along the dirt trail. It jumped along the road as the sun set slowly while they came to a stop before thier house.
"Hurry and get ready sweetie, we can't be late," Her mother told her.
Ilsildril got washed up inside and sat on her bed for a moment deep in thought. After a short while she walked back outside, again pushing her hair behind her horns. She walked to the park alone, looking up at the sky concentrating on what she would tell everyone. She entered a large courtyard, the sun completely set now and the moon shining brightly behind a large male. His body was pure muscle and his horns were thin and close together. He was huge compared to Ilsildril, and dressed in tight robes. His voice boomed like thunder as he spoke.
"Ilsildril Morroway, approach and address your family for the first time as an adult."
Slowly she approached the front of the clearing. She stood before everyone she cared about all at once. Her friends, her family, who she would have to leave behind. She lifted her head to look the all in the eyes as she started speaking.
"My blood, my friends," She spoke nervously, slowly gaining confidence, "You have all helped me grow through the years, and I thank you for all of it. The good times and the bad have all helped me become who I am now," She paused as everyone looked on confused. She had been to these cermonies before, and they had never started the way she did. They looked on as if she was some kind of circus freak.
"Get to it and give us your new name! I've things to do!" A voice shouted from the back.
"I will get to that, but now I have more pressing matters," She took a deep breath and began, "I thank you all for what you've done to help me in the past, but now I am grown, and I must tell you all something great. Today I know I do as we have all dreamed. I will not see much of you in my future. I have discovered that I am arcane, the first in this village and the first in my family line. As such, I begin this life as a new entity. I will forever be simply Ilsildril to you all, but to anyone outside this village I am now Bayen Ilsildril Morroway. I leave tomorrow morning, and when I return I should hopefully be approved of by the council of lore and be able to start and apprenticeship." She finished, examining the expressions of the others.
Everyone looked on with separate faces. Some of them proud, some scared, most of them though, looked upset with her. Eloth approached her, with both fear and anger in his tone he spoke.
“Ilsildril, what do you mean that you are arcane? You can’t leave me. We were meant to become life mates. I was going to ask you tonight. How could you leave all of us like this?”
“I am not leaving you Eloth, but living to my own potential. I am going to discover who I truly am, and possibly in time provide a better defense for this village than our current guards. I am doing this for you just as much, if not then more so then for I.”
He looked into her eyes frustrated before turning to walk away. He left her without a goodbye as he left his head to the ground.
Her parents came and wrapped her arms around her in bliss.
“We are both so very proud of this, Bayen. You’ve settled with this so very well. Whatever you need we will be glad to help you,” Her mother told her, more accepting of what she had become.
Bayen nodded, taking her parents offer for help. She then turned to leave the courtyard and begin her trip home. The stars shown brightly above her, illuminating the path on her way.
When she entered her room, she found two gifts upon her bed. One was an empty tome, the other a set of quills and inks. As she lifted the gifts, she noticed a note underneath them. She read it slowly, learning that Eloth could have gotten her a scribe shop. A tear rolled down her cheek quietly. She put them back down, and began to pack what she would need until she could return home again. As she was about to leave, she glanced over to her father’s hammer. It was passed through the family to each of those who would guard the town. Carefully, she took it into her hands and carried it off with her as well. She threw all of her things into a cart and strapped it to a horse. Before leaving she left a note to her parents saying that she would return as quickly as possible.
She mounted the horse, her pants cloaking the saddle in bright fabric as she rode into the dark. The night sky was clear, and her path was easy as she made her way back to the gypsy. She returned to Layla’s shop nearing midnight, knocking on the door a few times carefully. After a moment of silence the door creaked open and Layla stood greeting her.
“You are earlier than I expected dear, I did not plan for you to spend the night, but I am proud of you for coming on your own. Please enter dear, do enter.”
They walked in and pushed past the drape-covered wall, to reveal a set of stairs. They climbed slowly, hearing each step creak beneath them. Layla opened the door to a large room, with several hammocks hanging from the walls. Cases filled with books lined the bare sections of room and a small dinner was prepared.
“ I do eat rather late, I’m used to sleeping in the morning. I can offer you what is there, I should have enough for the both of us. By the way, I heard your family chooses a name upon adulthood. What is yours now?”
“My full name is now Bayen Ilsildril Morroway. I’m the first of my family to take a name that isn’t passed down.”
“It is a beautiful name, absolutely beautiful.”
The two relaxed in the room, chatting about history and what to expect the next day. They both remained awake until the next morning, letting the rising sun be an alarm.
“ I don’t know what I’ll do. I want to have a good master, and even if I like a trade I won’t be under a bad master. I refuse to be taught corruptly.”
“You’ll be going to a town called Evermoore, should you be approved. There are many masters there now, you should be able to find a good one.”
“I’m not even sure about all the trades. So many of them seem the same to me.”
Layla packed what she needed, explaining the trades to her in detail as she did so. Bayen looked on slightly confused, but acted as though she understood every word.
“Don’t worry Bayen, you’ll get a better description of them all from better people than I in Evermoore.”
“I hope the I’m able to get it all straight. There’s so much for me to learn.”
“It’s a lot more than you think even. Being an apprentice will be your biggest learning experience.”
Bayen nodded and grabbed her things. Her face fell full of worry as she left the room and walked outside. The sky slowly turned blue as she leaned against the building, closing her eyes.
She never had a challenge she had to face alone. Of course Layla would be there to help her, but this was her first big step towards independence. Bayen knew she couldn’t depend on anyone in this matter. Layla walked out and looked at her concerned.
“You look worried child, don’t be. Everything will be fine, and all will fall into place.”
“I know Layla, it’s just that this is so much at once.”
“We can talk things out on the way. We will be taking a carriage to port, then meeting up with some friends of mine to sail to the Isle of Lore.”
“That Isle is what I’m worried about,” Bayen brought her hand to her forehead, running her fingers through her hair, “ What if they don’t accept me Layla?”
“Don’t worry, dear. I have a strong feeling no one will be let down. Just remember to do everything by what your heart tells you’ll do fine.”
“I suppose,” Her expression now less distressed, “How long will it take to get to port then?”
