Isaik continued to weave his hands in the air conjuring images and memories that he would insert into Izzabelle’s mind… Something that would serve as a adequate past for the unique elf to look back upon… Isaik stopped inspecting his work for a moment, he mustn’t add to much memory at one time or he might send the women into a catatonic shock… Isaik easily figured out the answer to the problem weaving a spell that would only insert a piece of her history during this time but ready to insert more when the women’s mind was prepared, ready and stable enough to handle more…
“Timeless one, behold the answer to your problem… This spell when used will insert a great history into Izzabelle’s mind. To ensure her fragile psyche doesn’t get overwhelmed it will only add so much at a time…” Isaik explained, the whirling images infront of his spotted before completely in a second they seemed to skip backwards at a impossibly fast rate… “Behold the first new memories she shall recover…” Isaik stated expanding his arms and allowing the spell to grow larger so it would be more easily seen…
In her youngest years, perhaps around the age of four, Izzabelle could remember was verdant green hills of the Arathi Highlands, the faint memories of the her home were peaceful with sounds of wild animals, and crisp air. Izzabelle’s memory has faint images of her mother and father caring for her… The memories of this time are slightly fuzzy, because she was so young. These early years of her life are filled with joy and laughter, it seems like a perfect family except for the worried look her mother sometimes has… The faint memories of hearing a argument between Izzabelle’s mother and father can be heard about something, it sounds bad, but more importantly they sound worried… “What if she inherited the same thing I carry each day!” Izzabelle remembers her mom arguing with her dad.
The next memories involve her family packing up to travel some place, was it a new home? Somewhere to take care of what her mom had argued over? These fateful memories link up to the death of her family by trolls, somehow even at so young Izzabelle remembers running away and somehow escaping. She remembers wandering the wilderness for a long time, she nearly became crazed and wild until she stumbled upon Stromgarde and its humans… The rough and gruff humans looked down upon her during her return, they saw her as closer to a Savage than elf now, and the dark secret within her caused paranoia to stir in their minds… Izzabelle managed to acclimate to the society but with a new found distrust and stirring hatred for those that shunned her… Izzabelle shunned by the humans, had to learn to survive by stealing, at first it was just small things like a coin or two to eat, but as word spread of a elvish street rat, Izzabelle learned to steal food and other things to survive. For a good portion of her life she remembers fleeing from town guards and burly humans who would try to teach her a lesson for her thievery, the elf was however more lithe and flexible than the humans escaping from the guards like a ferret ducking through crowds and scaling the buildings.
The guards and disgruntled towns folk began to post up rewards for Izzabelle’s capture, more and more the people turned on her… Until one day a group of cloaked figures entered the city, a great portion of them were high elves… Coming in for supplies the group wanted to keep to themselves, even with a few humans in their ranks the cloaked group felt and acted superior to the Stormgrade… Having dealt with a street rat for years the humans made their move surrounding the cloaked group, “You elves, get this street rat from our city, or next time we will kill her!” Izzabelle could hear a large fat guard screaming at the cloaked figures…
Izzabelle watched as the cloaked elf unmasked himself to be Varicar! “Human… Your idle threats do not scare us, your disrespect only further proves why my people forsake your kind to such lives like this…” Varicar said, he looked much younger, with black hair pulled up into a warriors pony tail… Varicar turned away from the man he would not give him anymore of his precious time, he had things to attend too… “We will kill her then!!” The human roared, Izzabelle watched behind a nearby pillar, she nearly moved to leave when two guards rushed her from behind!
Grabbing her rough by her arms, the humans gave cruel smiles like hyenas, their breath like rotting garbage. “Finally caught the street rat!” The first said, the second chuckled, “Ready for the execution?” The second spat he was ready for a blood bath. The two humans dragged Izzabelle out to the center of the streets, while calling out, “We got the rat!” Izzabelle pulled hard, she tried to escape! The elvish women even pulling free a large bladed dagger to stab one of the ugly guards when she felt a blow to the back of her head… Izzabelle passed out…
Awaking only few hours later, Izzabelle found she was bound in a tee like cross with her weapons stolen. Before her a large fat guard paced around, “For crimes against Stromgarde, in the regards of burglary, piracy, arson, assault and battery, kidnapping, disturbing the peace, witchcraft, extortion, theft, vandalism, robbery, public intoxication, and conspiracy to harm the crown, we have sentenced this street rat to death!” The guard roared! Izzabelle struggled against her bonds, half of the charges were nonsense! They were just trying to stack enough crimes to execute her, and it seemed to be working! All around Izzabelle, humans cheered awaiting for the end. Izzabelle spied the same group of cloaked figures watching the show, the one in the front was Varicar, but another cloaked figure leaned over whispering to Varicar, it was the first time Izzabelle saw Sericon… Varicar nodded at whatever Sericon had said, this caused a cloaked female to wade her way through the crowds until she made it to the fat guard getting ready to end his show… The cloaked figure whispered to the man, at first it seemed the man was going to dismiss the women and carry on killing Izzabelle before he just seemed to give in… The guard stood upright, something was different before declaring loudly “It has been discussed, and the elves have agreed to take the street rat away to face justice on her own lands! Those harmed by her actions will be compensated!” The fat guard wandered away from the crowd of human faces before with a sneer he punched Izzabelle across the face hard knocking her out.
Izzabelle awoke a few hours later, she couldn’t see everything was dark… Her head had been covered in with a cloth bag to ensure she didn’t see where she was going… The first thing she heard was Sericon’s voice, “You see? I knew I felt something different about this one…” Sericon spoke, Varicar came next, “Interesting, but nonetheless how does she help us resurrect our goal?” Varicar hissed, “she is merely a street rat with such things within her, whatever she was it’s probably not worth the effort…” Varicar said, he didn’t sound pleased… “I can tell, even now she has the sympathy of his magic… She is useful…” Sericon said back before they stopped… Within moments the good over Izzabelle’s Head was pulled off, revealing to her that they were in some sort of cave system… The first thing Izzabelle did was struggle, these elves were gonna kill her! Send her back to a place she never knew to be tried for crimes by a people she didn’t know!
Sericon cloaked in a dark robe, was the first seen before her, “Stop struggling, if we wanted to kill you, we would have let those barbaric humans do it…” Sericon said, it wasn’t a mean gesture but neither was it kind… It appeared he wasn’t sure whether to trust her yet… Varicar could be seen behind him, “If she fails the test, we will have to kill her…” The rogue like elf said… Sericon glanced back, “I know what I saw…”
The images ended there, “That is enough for now, a small taste to show Izzabelle how she would come to see the world as I have. Why she would choose what some might call evil over good…” Isaik hissed, “Tell me Timeless one, is their anything you would change?” Isaik asked tilting his head with a audible snap.