It had been nearly a thousand years since my mothers murder. But since then I had hardened myself, perfected my training. Waiting. I had no intention of being killed off like my parents and uncle Thanos were. The Asguardians taunted me with war by hunting me for years and now they had gone to far. My mother was dead and I was seething with rage. My uncle Thranduil took the thrown fearing I was unfit to rule in my time of mourning and my uncle Thalion became his adviser. not that Thranduil listened to him anyway. Thranduil pressed for peace while Thalion and I pressed for war. Our army out matched the Asguardians ten to one and I was sure we could take them and purge the land of the monster who killed my father. The king of the Asguardians, Bor. I wanted his entire lineage and everyone he cared for to suffer the same fate. I wanted him to feel the same pain I felt. His son Oden now ruled and his vial offspring were to rule after him. I wanted them all dead, my uncle knew this. We never agreed on anything. He fought bravely for peace and to strengthen our relationship with the other realms. All the while I had spent my time lurking along the shadows perfecting my skills so that I might be ready for the day I would get my chance to destroy the Asguardians as they did my father and his people and now my unarmed mother.

I was following the path to the river with caution when I came across a small puddle. It was so shallow that I could see the bottom and yet it was crystal clear. I looked down at it with curiosity and caught a glimpse of myself. I spotted a twenty two year old girl. She had the most beautiful fair skin that was as pale as snow. It was the most perfect skin I have ever seen. I was sure it was a soft as satin. Her lips were full and were the color of roses. Her eyelashes matched her hair and they were long and plentiful. She appeared as beautiful as my mother. Her hair was long and wavy. It fell past her hips gracefully, its beauty ended just at the midpoint of her thigh. It was as black as the night sky and just as sleek and shiny. She was tall and fit like an Amazonian woman and had the hips and breasts men drooled over. Her hands appeared delicate as I imagined a china dolls would be, but underneath I could see a strength that could bend even the strongest metals. She seemed skinny and fragile looking, yet she was not. Her face looked like it had been carved by angels in the havens. She was wearing sleek black cloths. She had on a low cut crop top that seemed as it was once a regular chest plate but was ripped. It hung low on her strong shoulders and exposed just the tip of her cleavage that even know had not a bra or undergarment of any kind remained perfectly placed in the center of her chest. The leathers were quite the contrast against her pale skin, it cut off about seven inches from her waist line. It was tight as if it were another layer of skin. The fabric was dark and smooth. She was wearing ripped up pants that looked like they had been through hell and back yet seemed utterly flawless on her, it were as if they were made for the curve of her hips and hearty backside. They were trapped close to her flat abdomen and hung to just above her shoes but remained tight as another layer of skin the entire way down. They were rattled with tattered holes yet managed to cover all of the important parts. She was wearing dark muddy combat boots that even know they were too big for her feet they made them look as delicate as her face or her hands. Her nails were long like daggers of their own, I could tell from here they were as sharp as the knife she carried as well. She carried many weapons including a handful of throwing knives tucked away, a dagger hidden in her boot, and two short swords that hung gracefully behind her. She made me feel like a child in comparison to her beauty, she was easily one of those girls everyone secretly wished they looked like, she was beautiful. Looking at her was like looking directly into the sun. Her beauty made you want to blink. I found myself wondering how she got to become that beautiful what had she done to deserve such beauty. She had the features of a twenty two year old yet she looked older, wiser more powerful more so of my cousins and even than my mother.

Out of my features I had, it was my eyes that drew you in. They were a stunning electric green with swirls of gold and brown, they seemed to look past flesh and burn through to your soul. My exotic eyes were hidden behind a coat of war paint that covered her upper half of my face and stained it black warning any animal or person that crossed my path that I was dangerous. Once you caught a glimpse of me I had you trapped. And anybody who watched me closely was likely to see something else- a sort of prowling grace in the way I walked and an inner glow when my green eyes focused on anything. In a world of black and white I could see the resemblance between me and my mother but in a world of color my hair and eyes overshadowed whatever features my mother and I shared. I didn't look quite human, which was hardly surprising because I wasn't. I was an elf and if people looking at me got the impression of a half-tamed animal on the loose, they were getting it extremely close. I was born a princess, yes but I was raised as a warrior. I had to be strong and fearless for my family, so I became a force of sheer power that all bowed to.