A young Freya, only 11 years old sat by the side of the half-elf. Faen was a priest of Lurue and Freya had to spend much time with her to learn and study. She watched how soft and kindhearted she was, almost angelic and too good for this world.
The wishes and dreams of others were always more important than what Faen herself wanted. She was happy when others found their luck. No matter how hard to bear i was and how much pain and sorrow of others she had to take. Sometimes it seemed, Faen was always the one who got hurt. But in the end she could smile again. It was like her name that was given to her for her purpose in life:
„Faen – shining“
Every time she could smile and shine like the light itself again.
But not so Freya. When she was older, she caught up Faens way because she couldn't help but always smile or friendly grin. It was her nature....or her destiny chosen by her godess...or both. Yes, it was like compulsion to be freindly and helpful. Not that she never wanted to help. It was her wish to help those who were truely in need.
Her name again had another meaning:
„Freya – lady“. What her parents though to name her that way, she didn't understand.
What does it mean to be a lady? Always behave and pull yourself together. Never whine, never lament something in public? She would have to find her own definition for this. Her northern big mouth wasn't always helpful with it. But also a lady can be someone who shines from the innermost, with their deeds and decisions.
The young fey blooded woman tried so hard to be a good priest, when she was adult. She listened to the dreams and wishes of others. She wanted to help them to make them come true. But some really made it complicated, couldn't or didn't want to speak of everything that bothered them. So she could only help as far as they spoke.
Sometimes she felt a yearning in her. Yearning to speak her mind if someone was whinig about self inflicted issues. She tought: „Then why don't you learn of your mistakes and change your way, instead of acting like a fool?“
But she reamined compulsively friendly, smiled and tried to help and to calm like her godess wanted, she had to ...and said:
"That's the way it is. I am always kind and happy to help.“
Then it happened. A man was searching for helpers to slay a vampire lord. She went with the group that gathered at the freindly arm. She prayed before they went out. She didn't give up hope no matter how string the servants of that vampire lord had been. Then his pet came...an undead dragon! She could not remember all that this beast did, quickly it was over...
… darkness surrounded her. Only moments, but forming moments she wouldn't forget. She found herself in a glade - green and warm and sunny. She would have rather searched for refuge here. But there was a unicorn, instinctively it spoke to her with a soft voice in her mind. „This glade is not yours to rest and play, not yet.“
For now she felt an impulse to look up to the sky. In one of the clouds, Alcarin was praying for her, she was swept way. Within another moment she found herself back in that dark, disgusting ruins. But it was her choice and she stood up after this first death.
Some die in their adventures on the search to grow and become rich. They fall and stand up like it was nothing. It seemed like it did nothing with them. Like a door, which they could pass into life again however they wanted.
To Freya it said something...she did not yet know what exactly. It wasn't the time. She had to help the others. She healed some of the elves when they got wounded, even one dwarf. Alcarin also was going down after her, but she had one scroll, she had found and kept for a moment like this. She read it, it crumbled to dust in er hands, but it really worked to safe her..sister in faith. Through her some others again could be also saved. So Freya did her part, no matter if others saw it. No matter how small, but deciding it was.
She could speak with Alcarin after everything was behind them. Noone died, at least not the final death. Only the vampire lord wouldn't rise again, no more wicked deeds could he do.
Things became clearer to her. Aidan was right. She wasn't alone with her faith in this lands. She found, it all must have a reason. She had to stop trying to be what she is not. She had to start beeing what she is. Following the most impossible dreams for the sheer miracle of making them reality. Following where life would take her.
No longer would she suppress her blood. Like Lurue sais, that everyone is to praise for their talents, no matter how unique. No matter how different. But that included herself, too. She would have to be a good example. If that also means, beeing a bit more of a fey, so be it.
She would spend the next days alongside her tasks alone. In peace and a peaceful place. Either she would seek out a place in the wild. Or she would rent a room on the rose. But her tasks and duties she would always do. Just that much of her time would be spend the next day in prayers and meditation...and contemplation.
She began to see what is her life purpose, her destiny. With a blink of an eye, she began to see the light.