Into What Is Impossible (Hiatus, Re-write In-progress)

Part I

"You're here, mother? Then who is taking care of the celebration?" I ask.

Still smiling, she shake her head. "They can do a few minutes without me dear- your father and I wanted to surprise you."

My eyes lower down to the bow in her hand, then back to her. Mother approches and then extends the bow to me.

"This is for you, Eletha." Mother smiles as she speak.

I am stunned for a moment. I've always wanted something more than my short bow; something real and not made for practice. Slowly reaching for the grip, I soon touch the cold elven steel that it is composed of- as my hand firmly grips the piece I feel a surge of energy from it- making me gasp in surprise.

"It's enchanted- I won't spoil the surprise for you, so why don't you give it a shot?" Father says.

I pick up the bow from my mother's hand, and brought it closer so I can inspect it. The grip is made out of elven steel, and a thinner plate covers a sixth of the limbs. Aside from the initial surge of magical energy- elven steel itself is cool and relaxing to touch. The limbs are made from the branches of an Atriviea tree, coated with a thin layer of translucent gel that covers the brown limb with its green color.

I look up from my inspection of the bow, then back to my parents- and give them both a wide, grateful smile.

"Thank you mother, father."

They smile back and father hold out his hand to point at a circular target some distance away. Mother gives me my quiver, and with it, a half-dozens of arrows that I've fletched myself for my short bow. I take the quiver and sling it over my head- the pouch now dangling on my hip for easy reach. I take one of the arrows and nock it; then aimed as I draw the twisted silk string it back all the way to the front of my face. After a short pause- I loose my hold on the arrow and string and the limbs redacted- the string pushing the arrow out of the it's rest and into the air. There was also a brief shimmer of light around the shaft as it exited- it's the enchantment taking effect.

The arrow flies through the air in a much faster speed than what I think a bow of this size could make it fly on it's own. And since I was aiming to compensate like I did with my old short bow- the arrow flew over the target, and embbed itself into the ground far away behind it.

"Amazing!" I say out loud, conveying my feelings.

I turn around and embrace my parents, us three were laughing when the village elder clears her throat to gain our attention.

"Let's head back to my home so we can see Eletha's potential shall we?"

My parents and I nod our heads in agreement- this is why this celebration is important. At this age an elf would unlock their full magical potential. And it is important to know the extent of it.

We walk back to the village. The villagers greet us when we pass them, and some cheer when we went past the celebration at home. Father's friends were surprised that he's back from his assignment- to which he responded that his leave was only temporary.

We finally arrive at the center of the village. The largest tree at the center is the Elder's lodge- usually a village would have two or more Elders, but Elder Itiara lost her husband to the Devastation war fifty years ago.

We enter her home. My parents staying outside of the tree in order not to let their auras interfere with mine. The elder's wall was lined with thick tomes and many books, I even spied some ancient scrolls on the shelves- probably used by her predecessors more than a thousand years ago during or shortly after the founding of the village. The elder sits on a rug behind the elevated center of the tree which has items on it- it is used as a table, the middle part having a shineleaf sprout to give off light.