The Beginning

Summary: Two identical twin elf's of young age are found, without memories on a beach.

Story by: Everkitsune (see, there's a reason for my weird name!)

This story, well, the whole EverMyst twin chronicles is mine, please, do not take the characters, unless of course you ask!

My code: I swear, I shall not use any material from any other author unless I am given permission! These elves are not Tolkiens work, and all though the elves in this story are ageless and immortal, it is totally different at the same time.

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Beginning of the Twin's of EverMyst' series! Enjoy, it’s a pleasure writing for you all!

"Halt, there's something on the beach!" Captain Velian of Delwood held out a hand to stop his regiment of six strong wood-elves. They were a search party, Organized by the Lady of Delwood, Elvish City of the northern forests. Taking out his long knife, he stepped silently onto the rocky beach.

What he saw, instead of a blood-thirsty demon, were two young Elves, about 5 by human reckoning. "By the God's!" He gasped, sheathing his knife, and kneeling at one of the youngling's side. Turning both around gently, he noticed with some shock that they were identical. Each had raven colored hair, and were short for the age he assumed they were. Giving a shrill whistle, his regiment silently left the wood, each one portraying their shock at the sight.

Velian carefully looked over each elfling carefully. Both had cuts on their heads, and their hair was cut painfully raggedly. Whoever harmed these young ones, had evidently known exactly what they had been doing. "Rani, be swift, get back to the City, and inform the Lady that we will be arriving with two injured younglings."

A young blonde haired looked up, and nodded, setting off towards the City at a swift pace. Face set in a grim expression; Velian carefully washed the cuts on their heads with a flask of fresh water, and tore strips of cloth out of his cloak. He felt their pulses, and was relieved at the steady beat. There breathing was also good, but he was no surgeon, and they needed to get them up to Lady Elwien quickly!" Picking one boy up, Searli, a brown haired elf, picked up the other.

At a good pace, yet slow enough so they wouldn't damage the elfling's further, they took off into the woods, the waves of the Gewelean Sea crashing into the turf behind them.

Delwood palace was a beautiful place, the walls were Birch trees, a canopy of woven leaves was the ceiling. Outside the birch walls, the small city of Delwood bustled with activity, unawares for the moment that twins had been found. Velian and Searli carefully placed each on a separate bed. Sighing with relief, Velian left the healing hall, dismissing the young apprentice to rest and eat.

Velian himself left the palace and walked through the City of Trees, the market crowded, to his home. Stopping at an elderly oak tree, he swiftly climbed to the split that separated the tree, one part reaching skyward, the other drooping slightly before reaching upwards, making a comfortable seat when one was interested in watching the activity below. Finding a certain notch on the 'seat' he pulled outwards, revealing a sort of slide. Sighing in contempt, he slid down the narrow tunnel into the actual entrance hall of his house. Landing gracefully on his feet at the bottom, he brushed himself off and looked contentedly at the familiar woven roots that made the walls of the entrance room of his beloved home. Taking off his boots and cloak, hanging it on a hook, he pushed back the deerskin flap and entered the living room, where his wife, Teawe, sat, reading a book.

Her golden hair lay unbound around her shoulders delicately. Her blue eyes raced back and forth as she read rapidly. She wore a simple teal dress. She looked up, hearing the flap brush against the wood. On this side of the flap, hard wood walls and fireplace of sandstone, along with nice green chairs and a shelf with a small assortment of books.

"Your back so soon?" She asked, her voice had a light ring to it. She put the book down and stood up, rushing forward and taking his bow from him. "My dear, you know you need to put your weapons away. If we had children, what do you think they would think?" Inwardly groaning, he unstrapped his quiver, and took his sheath of his belt. Leaving them in an ash wood chest, he turned back, and reentered the living room.

"Now may I relax and bask in the warmth of my home?" He sat as though she would jump up and scold him at any moment. Her laughter filled the room, closely followed by his.

"Yes, you may. Now tell me, what news have you?" She saw his face darken slightly. "Velian? What's wrong? What happened?"

"We found two young twins at the edge of the sea. Each had a gash to the head, fortunately, that's the only thing I found wrong, but, I'm still worried." Teawe put a comforting hand on his arm.

"Don't worry my dear, I'm sure they'll be fine," Velian smiled at her, 'I hope your right Teawe, Trully I do.'

Slowly, he opened his eyes, whimpering as a sharp pain flashed across his skull. He tried to call out to someone, he new someone would comfort him, but he couldn't…didn't he have a mother somewhere? A father? Sniffling, he looked around. He was in a room, a beautiful room. He couldn't remember if he ever saw anything so beautiful in his life. If he thought about it, he couldn't remember anything, not even his own name. The prospect scared him. Brushing strands of dark hair out of his blue eyes, the young elfling looked over at a bed next to him and started. He new that boy, maybe he didn't know his name, but he new he was his brother.

Sitting up, as slowly as possible, he looked over at the door, hoping someone would come, and tell him what had happened, tell him where he was, or tell him his name at least!

The young boy sniffed again, as the door swung open. Looking over, his large eyes widened. Lady Elwien, her long golden hair plaited down her back, her piercing silver eyes looked at the young boy with all the tenderness and love in the world. Wiping the tears from his eyes and sniffling, he gazed at her wise face innocently. "My lady, do you know my name? I lost it…" Her lowered his eyes and sniffled again.

Gently, Elwien sat next to the young boy, her proud face breaking down, and she bundled the small child in her arms. "No young one, I do not, you have my most sincere apologies." She slowly rocked the child back and forth. "I'm sorry…" A tear trailed down her face, and fell on the top of the boys head.

He looked up at the proud lady with awe, "Don’t cry lady, it's not your fault." The innocence of the youthful voice made her smile, the young one was confused, lost, and his brother, the only one he still remembers, was lying unconscious in the next bed.

A few weeks later, both the twins were alive and well. Smiling, the Lady Elwien placed a hand on the one who had woken last. He seemed to think things out a little before his brother, while his brother tended to have his head up in the clouds a bit more. Each, at the stage where all things were curious to them, exceptionally so since it turned out neither one could remember much of anything. "I name you Natearon, and you, his twin, Moravynn. May both of you always be together, for that is where you belong," she put each ones hand in the others gently, tenderly. She stood, kissing the top of their brows. She looked, smiling, at Velian and Teawe, "Captain Velian and Teawe have agreed to raise you, please younglings, follow their guidance, they shall be as good of parents as possible."

Beaming, Natearon and Moravynn scrambled over to Teawe, who had knelt down to accept them, happy tears shining in her eyes, "My sons you shall be, thank the gods for the gift you have given me!" She whispered, smoothing the hair of each one gently.

"Come on Nate, or we'll be late for dinner!" Mora cried, as his brother jumped out of the tree. "Finally!" He started running for the now familier oak tree. Both the twins had grown swiftly, although they were still short for the age, they didn't mind. Each were now teenagers, about 100 years old if you wanted to be specific.

"Shut it Mora!" Natearon grumbled, "At least I don't always think of my stomach!"

"What?! Excuse me! I do not always think of my stomach!" Mora growled, "What's wrong with being hungry after not eating all day?"

"Nothing!" Nate grinned.

"Well alright then," Mora climbing up the tree with ease, and pulling open the door, "See ya' in their!" He gave a lopsided smile, and disappeared inside. Taking off his shoes, he unbuckled his knife and set it at the side of the cabinet. Breathing in the earthy air, he vaulted through the door, as Natearon came vaulting down the shoot, head first, apparently. Running into the dinning room, he came to a rest at the birch table, where his mother sat, waiting for them, with a small smile on her face. Resting his head on his hand, he frowned as his hair blew in front of his face. His mother had apparently, left the little window open again.

Pushing it all back, he leaned back on four legs, as Natearon joined them, hair neatly bound, and his face washed. As he walked by, He pushed down on the chair Moravynn was leaning back on, making him fall backwards onto the floor. Growling as his mother and brother giggled, he got up, and picked the chair up. Sitting in it roughly, he glowered at Natearon, who had decided to sit a few seats away, for protection.

"Boys," Teawe called, "Time to eat, there will be time to roughhouse later." She quietly cajoled, taking a bite of chicken.

"Yes-"

"Mom!" The twins looked at each other in surprise, they did that often, honestly, both had thought they were over that by now. Shrugging, Natearon took a bite out of his own chicken breast.

After dinner, they both went to their room. "Hey Nate, you know where dad is?"

"Probably at work," he sighed, looking up from his book, watching Moravynn as he carved, "I thought mom told you that you couldn't carve in the house."

Mora snorted, "Well its dark out now, and cold too, I'm also bored, I think its going to snow tonight…."

"Most likely…."

"Yeah, hopefully dad-"

"Wont get stuck?" Yeah, I know what you mean…" Well, I'm ready to turn in, you?" Natearon put his book down by the side of his bed. Moravynn nodded, taking off his over-tunic. In bed, Both of them stared at the ceiling, glowing ever so faintly.

"Nate, Do you ever remember anything before the time we were found on the beach?" Nate was silent for a while.

"No, I wish I did, but I don't."

"Yeah, same here." Mora rolled over onto his side, and dropped into a deep dreamless slumber, Natearon unawares, doing the same thing.

Yeah, just a nice little fic, that starts off the whole series, I'm going to continue, so, lookout for the next story! (Yes, It will have chapters). :P