What Kind of Mythical Creature are You?

You would be a Forest Spirit. You are quiet and calm, and go with which ever way the wind blows you.INFO: A Forest Spirit is a faerie-like creature found in the legends, folklore, and mythology of many different cultures. They are generally humanoid in form, though of a higher, spiritual nature and so possessed of preternatural abilities, along with such mystical qualities as otherworldly beauty and grace, an ethereal glow, wings, or the like.YOUR WORDS:BreezeyGrowthNature
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~This is my story thus far~

I was the youngest in our family, and the only daughter. We lived in a small house, more than an hour away from the local village. I never got any contact with other women apart from my loving mother. I spent most of my time outdoors playing with my two brothers, Argo and Pyro. They loved playing sword fights with sticks, so over my life I had a fair few bruises, when I was about 5 I could hold my own in a fight against them; they always won though because they would use their abilities against me, I had not found mine yet.

One day as we were playing, it suddenly got very hot. Everyone and everything went suddenly quiet; I hid behind my brothers and asked "what is wrong? Why is it so hot?" As I grabbed onto my brothers arms the answer came, our thatched roof caught on fire, apparently on its own and the devil came from within, carrying my dead father and dragging my screaming mother. She fought as hard as she could, but she was not trained for battle. My brothers both infuriated by my father's corpse, fought the devil, he was amazed at their powers so kidnapped one of them, Pyro. I chased them through the forest but got lost. In my years wondering the forest I discovered my ability. I became one with the trees. A forest guardian, I could heal the sick, calm unruly crowds and keep the trees strong, I encouraged growth, I could make them grow as fast as I wanted and in any shape.

When I was about 13 I began to explore out of the forest, going to villages and talking to people. Then when I was talking to a merchant, a whole horde of Drow broke into the village. They ransacked the village, looking for any elven folk. They soon saw me, for I did not try to hide myself. I stood in the middle of the path and waited until they all charged, I jumped over their heads, aggravating them, I soon had most of the Drow chasing me; I lead them to the forest, where I could fight them, I enlisted the help of the trees, trapping many of them, and killing some. Soon I was surrounded and with no real weapons to fight them with was soon badly cut and bruised, tiring as I tried to fight 50 of them in such an enclosed space. Soon I fell, from exhaustion and injuries, still conscious, just unable to resist. They captured me and enlisted me as a cook, a cleaner, healer and anything else they were too lazy to do. I made myself clothes out of scrap bits of metal and leather, and decided to tattoo myself, the signs of sacrifice. I thought that I must suffer so, for the good of others, any prisoners the Drow took, I healed and helped escape. The Drow traveled far, mostly underground, so my skin grew pale, I saw many horrific things done by the Drow.

One night, I was about 16 then, we camped close to an elven Kingdom. I knew it was elven, because the Drow were irritable and did not attack, instead planning on just passing by; killing only the single elves they met in the forest. I took my chance, that night I snuck out, hiding amongst the trees. When the trees cover disappeared I ran, I ran as fast as I could towards the Kingdom. As I came close to the Gates I looked behind me, to see if any of the Drow were following, they were not but I ran head long into two men. I tumbled over backwards; sitting there I gazed up at the two startled men. They had been on their way to begin an adventure, and instead began laughing at this unusual way of meeting someone.

As I gaped at these men, I thought I recognized something in them. They both extended an arm and helped me up, I, quickly remembering my manners bowed, but one of them spoke out and said how much he disliked it when people bows, he does not like to feel higher rank than anyone else. I half laughed at that, trying not to sound rude, I asked them what their names were, they told me Argo and Pyro. My mouth fell open, my brothers I thought, I began crying and threw my arms around their necks. They both tried consoling me saying things like "Do not be scared", "We will not hurt you" and "We are not as scary as we look". As I began to lessen my sobs, I told them that it was not that, that I was quite sure they were my brothers, that I was Lilikwee. They both fell silent, they turned around and led me back to the kingdom. I could understand that they could not recognise me, when they last saw me I was merely a child. On the way back, they asked me questions and finally accepted that I was their sister.

I lived in the castle with them, but they always looked out for me. They would not let me out on adventures with them. They say that I am not ready to face the battle field yet, they say one day I will join them, but somehow I do not believe that. Although for the meantime, I will stay put; I will regain my strength, practise a bit of my swordsmanship with other fighters. Just getting used to life as it was. My father, I will never see and my brothers say my mother disappeared, but they feel she is still alive. Maybe I will find her one day, maybe I will join my brothers in battle, but for now I am content and will live each day as it comes.

~Lilikwee of Beleg Gwaith~

-Getting settled in-

My New life here has been rocky, I do not seem to get along with most other elves, they seem to avoid me. But it may just be me being paranoid. I get along well with my brothers which I never thought possible, they have kept up the hunt for my mother all these long years. They finally think they've found her, I have not met her yet but my brother Pyro assures me that she is wonderful.

I feel sorry for my brother Pyro, since his ordeal with the devil he hasn't been the same. He sometimes feels the devils hands clutch his heart, the burning nails digging in like thorns. He is never sure wether he is free or the devil still has him; often he considers ending his life, believing it is for the good of others, he is a danger with the devil around. I have promised him that I will vanquish the devil and free his heart, so I train everyday for that purpose. I had one encounter with the foul creature, I was in the forest talking to the trees when he appeared, I had not been prepared for he caught me off gaurd. However when he touched me I burnt him, I do not know what it could have been but something about me hurt the devil and he vanished before I could see how powerful it was. Although he in turn burnt me and it is slow to heal, my skin has been raw red for nigh a month now. Although it shows no signs of infection I'm sure it will heal soon.

In the mean time I train every day, improving I am begining to win most of my fights now. Soon I will be ready to save my brothers heart and countless others in turn.

~Lilikwee of Beleg Gwaith~