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It was Daratrine, the sister of Felaern and a formidable presence in her own right, who held Jaegar captive. She gently lowered him to the forest floor, releasing her grip, and in a blur of motion, she unsheathed a slim sword with remarkable speed.

Her movements were a display of her elven agility; they were so swift that Jaegar could hardly follow them.

With a poised stance and her blade held in readiness, Daratrine launched herself at Wi\'thas, her sword slicing through the air like a viper\'s strike. But Wi\'thas proved to be equally agile, evading her deadly attack with a fraction of an inch to spare. The sword grazed his cheek, drawing a thin line of crimson blood.

Jaegar stood transfixed by the blinding speed and precision of their exchange. His heart raced as he watched the dance of elven prowess, marveling at the otherworldly skill displayed before him.

Wi\'thas\'s reaction was not what one might expect after narrowly escaping a deadly blow. Instead, he erupted into maniacal laughter, his eyes gleaming with a dark, unsettling light. "Oh, you could have killed me," he remarked with eerie amusement.

The sound of Wi\'thas\'s laughter echoed through the clearing, sending a wave of ripple through the woods.

One more figure was approaching the scene in swift motion.

Then, as if abruptly losing interest in the confrontation, Wi\'thas turned his gaze to Jaegar, locking eyes with the young wizard. "Well, we will meet again, little one," he declared, his voice carrying a hint of ominous promise.

In an instant, Wi\'thas dissipated into thin air, leaving behind only a swirling cloud of dark smoke that quickly dispersed into the night.

The eerie silence that descended upon the forest was punctuated only by the rustling of leaves and the soft breaths of the elves who remained.

The encounter had raised more questions than answers for Jaegar, leaving him with a profound sense of unease.

After Wi\'thas\'s enigmatic disappearance, a new presence emerged in the moonlit forest. Ashfield, with eyes wide in astonishment, approached the spot where the two elves, Daratrine and Felaern, now stood beside Jaegar.

The sight of the two figures bewildered him.

Elves, here in the woods, and the ones standing before him were royal elves, the ones who were revered as the strongest mages of the magical plane. He knew exactly who they were.

While he was standing, rooted in their presence,

Daratrine, with a concerned expression, wasted no time in inquiring, "Did he do anything to you?" Her concern for Jaegar was visible as she awaited his response.

Jaegar, still dazed from the encounter, shook his head in response. "No," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of relief amidst the lingering astonishment.

He didn\'t know who they were or who the mysterious individual was; they all came out of nowhere and were worried about him.

But he didn\'t forget to etch the details of the person who came to attack him, thinking of repaying him in the future.

Felaern, his resolve unshaken, directed his attention to Daratrine. "We should have come sooner to warn him," he remarked with a sense of regret. His determination blazed brightly as he continued, "I am going to hunt that vile man until I find him."

Daratrine nodded in agreement, sharing her brother\'s unwavering resolve. "Yeah," she concurred, "this shouldn\'t be left unaddressed."

Their purpose clear and their resolve unyielding, the royal siblings, in their elegant elven regalia, turned their attention to Ashfield. He bowed respectfully before them, recognizing their status and the gravity of the situation. "Your majesties," he acknowledged with a formal nod.

In response, the elves turned their gaze toward Ashfield, their eyes reflecting wisdom.

Jaegar, still trying to regain his composure, observed the exchange with a sense of curiosity and reverence.

With a thoughtful expression, Ashfield addressed the two honored visitors. "What has brought you two esteemed individuals here?"

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Even though he was a high-level wizard, he couldn\'t discern their power level; they both seemed like they had reached a realm beyond their understanding.

Felaern\'s declaration cut through the night air like a blade, his voice stern and commanding. "We will be taking Jaegar away for a while," he announced, his words leaving no room for argument.

Daratrine, her graceful hand resting gently on Jaegar\'s shoulder, stepped forward, and with a seamless transition, the three of them vanished into thin air, leaving the moonlit forest behind.

When they reappeared, it was atop the swan, nestled in a small room-like enclosure with elegant furnishings.

Daratrine, in a silent invitation, gestured for Jaegar to take a seat, while Felaern assumed control of the majestic bird.

With powerful strokes of its wings, the pristine white swan soared above the clouds, effortlessly parting the shroud of mist.

The wind rushed through their hair as they ascended higher and higher, revealing a breathtaking view of the world below. The swan\'s flight was graceful and smooth, making it feel as though they were gliding through the sky.

The moonlight bathed them in a silvery glow as they left the academy far below, disappearing into the night sky.

Ashfield, left behind to ponder the strange turn of events, watched the immense bird carrying Jaegar as it receded into the distance.

High above the world, perched on the back of the swan, Jaegar gazed down at the earth below, the sight both breathtaking and serene. The vast expanse of the night sky unfurled around them, and he couldn\'t help but be captivated by the beauty of the world from such a vantage point.

Breaking the silence that had settled among them, Daratrine turned her attention to Jaegar. Her hands rested gently on his shoulders as she said, "Let me have a look at you."

He turned toward her, his eyes meeting hers, and he found himself ensnared by her ethereal beauty.

She possessed a timeless allure, her countenance resembling that of an otherworldly being descended from the heavens.

Felaern couldn\'t help but chuckle at the sight. "It seems," he remarked with a playful glint in his eyes, "that the young man has been quite entranced by your beauty up close."

Daratrine\'s lips curved into a smile, a breathtaking expression that held the power to captivate hearts and beguile souls. But in the midst of this enchanting moment, Jaegar\'s demeanor shifted suddenly. A puckered look crossed his face, and in an unguarded moment, he let out a heartfelt exclamation. "Damn!"

Jaegar\'s mind swirled in a whirlwind of emotions as he gazed upon Daratrine\'s face up close. She was unlike anything he had ever encountered, her beauty was unparalleled, radiating an otherworldly allure that held him spellbound. Her presence seemed to draw him into a realm of enchantment, where time itself seemed to pause.

"You sure look like her," Daratrine\'s voice, with its soothing cadence, carried a bass tone of seriousness that resonated in the depths of Jaegar\'s soul. His curiosity and wonder swirled within him like a tempest, and at last, he found the words to express his thoughts. "Who are you, people?" he inquired, his gaze fixed upon Daratrine.

Daratrine\'s eyes held a hint of melancholy as she responded, "You can say that we are sort of a family. Your mother... she was our friend and our companion." Her words were imbued with a sense of reverence for the woman who had linked their lives together.

Then, as if the moon itself had chosen to shine upon Jaegar, Daratrine\'s smile graced him with its radiance. His heart skipped a beat, and in a moment of quiet revelation, he couldn\'t help but mutter to himself, \'I think I\'m in love.\'

With a gentle yet compelling tone, Daratrine extended an invitation. "Tell me, Jaegar, how about you come with us? We can teach you far better than them."

Felaern, the brother elf standing nearby, chimed in, "Yes, and we can watch over you."

Jaegar, his thoughts racing, couldn\'t help but seek answers about the enigmatic figure who had confronted him earlier. "Who was that earlier? Do you know him?"

Felaern\'s expression darkened with anger as he responded, "He is but a lowlife, one who clings to a borrowed existence. You need not concern yourself with him."

The air around them grew charged with an ominous energy, and Jaegar sensed a heavy presence pressing upon him.

It was then that Daratrine tapped her brother\'s shoulder, a gesture of restraint.

Reluctantly, Felaern sighed and conceded, "You need not worry about him. I will take care of him."

Daratrine, her eyes filled with anticipation, posed a final question to Jaegar. "So tell me, will you come with us?"

"You can stay with us in Autumnhold, we can teach you and guide you."

Felaern, added, "I have been meaning to meet you ever since I felt that familiar aura, the same magic she used, it was faint but I could tell."

"So, what to do you think?"