Dearest Elian,
Happy 6th birthday, our beloved son! 🎉 As the sun rises on this special day, our thoughts are with you in Eristia, where you've embarked on an incredible journey of magic and self-discovery. Two years have swiftly passed, and with each day, your presence is deeply missed, but our hearts are filled with pride for the remarkable mage you're becoming.
In this magical realm, we hope you're surrounded by friends and mentors who appreciate your unique talents and qualities. May your days be filled with enchantment, growth, and the joy of mastering new spells. It brings us immeasurable happiness to hear about your adventures and the bonds you've forged in Eristia.
As winter blankets Veridan Haven in its snowy embrace, we envision you experiencing the wonders of a different world. We hope the villagers are showering you with warmth and birthday celebrations that reflect the magic you bring to their lives.
Even though the distance separates us physically, our love transcends realms. Your journey, illuminated by the flickering light of your magical prowess, is a source of inspiration for us. The memories of your laughter and the twinkle in your eyes continue to brighten our days.
On this special occasion, we send our warmest wishes for a birthday filled with joy, surprises, and the love of those around you. May the coming year bring you even more exciting discoveries, deepening connections, and moments of pure wonder.
Blowing kisses through the magical winds that connect our hearts,
Mom and Dad 💖🎂
Elian sat by the window, the parchment from his parents in hand, and allowed the memories of his two years in Eristia to flood his thoughts. The room, softly lit by a flickering candle, became a haven for reflections.
In these two years, Eristia had become more than just a village—it was a second home. The once unfamiliar faces had transformed into friends and mentors. The rustic charm of the village, especially during winter, had woven itself into the fabric of his experiences.
He remembered the first time he arrived, greeted by the chilly breeze and the warmth of the villagers. Seline, his mentor, had welcomed him into her cottage, introducing him to the simplicity and magic that defined life in Eristia. The training sessions, the enchanting landscapes, and the camaraderie with fellow villagers became integral parts of his daily routine.
The magical stone that transformed into the Eclipse Sword was a symbol of his growth, a tangible reminder of the skills he had acquired under Seline's guidance. Though he couldn't use the sword's advanced techniques yet, the very presence of the weapon was a testament to his journey.
As winter descended upon Eristia, Elian recalled the unique beauty of the village blanketed in snow. The frozen landscapes, the cozy gatherings around crackling fires, and the camaraderie among the villagers during the colder months painted a vivid picture in his mind.
Friendships had blossomed, particularly with Res, who had gifted him the amulet as a token of their enduring friendship. The sandcastle-building days in the park and the laughter that echoed in the air were cherished moments etched in his heart.
Yet, amidst the joy, there was a longing—a connection to his family back in Veridan Haven. The letter from his parents served as a bridge between the two worlds, a reminder that love transcends distances.
As he closed his eyes, Elian couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the experiences, challenges, and growth he had encountered in Eristia. The memories, like threads weaving a tapestry, formed the intricate story of his time in this magical village.
Elian felt a warm sense of community enveloping him as he strolled through the snow-covered streets of Eristia. The villagers had indeed become like a second family to him, their faces etched with familiarity and kindness. The baker, a jovial figure with a perpetual floury apron, had taken a particular liking to Elian.
As he approached the quaint bakery, the aroma of freshly baked goods filled the air. The bell above the door jingled softly as Elian entered, greeted by the welcoming smile of the baker. In the corner of the bakery sat a beautifully crafted cake, adorned with intricate designs and vibrant colors.
"Elian! Happy birthday!" exclaimed the baker, his eyes twinkling with genuine joy. He carefully placed the cake on the counter, the candles flickering softly, ready to be ignited.
The villagers, aware of Elian's special day, had come together to celebrate. The community had grown fond of the young mage, recognizing his dedication and contributions to Eristia. The baker's gesture was a symbol of their appreciation and affection.
Elian couldn't help but blush with gratitude as the villagers gathered around, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of the candles. Seline, with a knowing smile, stood among them, silently acknowledging the bond that had formed between Elian and the community.
The first slice of cake was offered to Elian, and the room echoed with cheerful birthday wishes. The sweetness of the cake mirrored the warmth of the shared moments, creating a memory that would linger in Elian's heart.
As the festivities continued, laughter echoed through the bakery, weaving a tapestry of connection and friendship. The simple joy of the celebration reflected the magic that had woven Elian into the fabric of Eristia's close-knit community.
Elian's steps crunched softly in the snow as he made his way back to the cozy cottage in the evening. The quaint village of Eristia, now illuminated by the soft glow of street lamps, painted a picturesque scene around him. Seline awaited his return, a mysterious glint in her eyes hinting at the surprise she had in store.
Upon entering the cottage, Elian was met with the inviting warmth of the fireplace. Seline, seated in a chair by the hearth, had a small, elegantly wrapped package in her hands.
"Happy birthday, Elian," she said with a warm smile, extending the present towards him.
His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he carefully unwrapped the gift. Inside, he discovered a finely crafted pendant, a delicate charm dangling from the chain. Its intricate design captivated him, and he couldn't help but express his gratitude.
Seline motioned for him to take a seat, her demeanor shifting to a more serious tone. Elian settled into a chair, the flames casting flickering shadows on the walls.
"Now, Elian, there's something I've been meaning to share with you," Seline began, her gaze momentarily drifting into the depths of her memories. "It's about my past, the journey that brought me to this village, and the experiences that shaped who I am today."
Elian listened attentively, the crackling fire providing a comforting backdrop to Seline's narrative. Little did he know that the tales she would unfold held secrets, lessons, and perhaps a connection that would deepen their bond even further.
Seline's eyes, reminiscent of a distant starry night, held a blend of nostalgia and a hint of sorrow. As the flames danced in the fireplace, she began to recount her story.
"Long ago," Seline began, her voice carrying a melodic quality, "I lived in a distant realm, a place filled with magic and wonder. My family, known for their proficiency in the mystical arts, guided me through the intricacies of spellcasting."
Her gaze softened as she recalled the serene landscapes of her homeland. "However, peace was short-lived. A darkness emerged, threatening to engulf our realm. The shadows grew stronger, and my family, in an attempt to protect our people, confronted the looming threat."
A somber tone settled in her voice. "It was a fierce battle, and despite our efforts, the darkness proved overwhelming. My family, brave mages who stood tall against adversity, fell one by one. I was left alone, bearing the weight of their sacrifice."
Seline's fingers traced the pendant around her neck, a memento from her past. "In the aftermath, I sought refuge in different lands, hoping to find solace and purpose. Eventually, I discovered Eristia, a humble village in need of guidance."
Her eyes met Elian's, a profound connection forming between them. "Eristia became my new home, a place where I could share my knowledge and protect those who had come to accept me as their own. And now, Elian, you've become a part of this journey—a beacon of hope in the midst of our shared destinies."
As she concluded her story, the crackling fire seemed to echo the resilience that had carried her through trials. Seline's past, a tapestry woven with both darkness and resilience, added depth to the bond she shared with Elian.