Maiden of Mysticism, Part 1 - "The Fair Maiden, Narvyri"

Now this tale takes place many ages ago, during a relatively peaceful time in the Third Era, when there was no war or disputes or famine. During this time, in a town in the plains of the province of Silverhaven in Anúrendor, there was born to a family a baby girl. Right after she was born, there came along a woman (whose name and face was unfamiliar to the townsfolk). She came along and saw this newborn child, and (after telling the parents of their child being a blessing from the Immortals) blessed this girl by touching her. The mysterious woman left the town, and was not seen again. The girl was named Narvyri (meaning “Dark Haired” in Faenir).
As the girl began to grow, she found herself able to wield a magical power. (Now magic was not any odd occurrence by any means. The only odd thing was that magic-wielders were learned men who had studied the arcane arts for many years. The girl was just learning to read and could already levitate a fork or a stick towards her). Some days, she found it hard to control her magic, and would accidentally end up fumbling something around in the air or freezes over someone’s ale mug or an animal’s water trough (which had happened more times than one would like to think). Her mother scorned her whenever something of the like would happen, saying nasty things like, “Watch that sorcery, little witch!” or, “Blessing? More of an awful curse than anything!”.
One day, when her mother had scorned her one too many times, she ran off to the outskirts of town with hot tears streaming down her cheeks. There by the spring, she threw herself onto her hands and knees and cried for a long while. “Why have the Immortals cursed me with this burden?” Narvyri said, and continued to cry.
“It is no curse,” she heard echo back to her from the spring. She looked up into the water, and there from the ripples emerged a beautiful Naiad. She had pointed ears and long, red hair, which went down to her hips and over her shoulders and body. Her eyes where a hazel color, and her skin was very pale (and almost appeared to be tinted with a light blue). She wore a thin white robe, and her hair was fashioned with a crown of lilies.
“Who are you,” asked Narvyri, both frightened and in awe.
“My name,” said the Naiad, “is Cleonis the charming. For as long as this spring has been here, I have been it’s spirit. I am also the one who watches over you and your town of Easthill.”
“Oh, Cleonis, fair and charming Naiad of the spring, how can this magic not be a curse?”
“Dear child, I did not give them to you to curse you. You simply have not learned the full extent or limitations of your powers,” Cleonis said in her soothing voice.
“What must I do to learn to control them? My family has no money to send me to one of the schools which learned men teach magic,” Narvyri said.
“No; I shall teach you, child, for it is my responsibility,” Cleonis said. “And I shall call you Usairyspi, for you are a gifted spirit.” And in the warmer days and seasons of the years that followed, Narvyri would learn from Cleonis of the powers that lied within her. She eventually began to use her powers to aid the citizens of her town. She became renowned around kingdom as “The Maiden of Mysticism”. People would travel far distances (especially magicians) just to see and study her powers, as well as gaze upon her beauty.

In the town of Easthill, there also lived a boy named Jölfor. Jölfor was a quiet but strapping young lad, and was one of the many boys in their town that was trained in the art of fighting (and would someday be a part of the town’s militia). While at a young age, many of the boys (as well as he) were told to stay away from “the girl born with devil-magic”, there was one day when he realized how lovely she was with her dark hair and bronzed skin. The next thing he realized is that he was beginning to fall in love with her. He was taken notice of by his friends how he would eye this girl, or be distracted during sparring. They were quick to begin teasing him for this, but he ignored them by saying, “Oh, bother all of you!”
When Narvyri began using her magic to help the townsfolk, the more the people began to accept her into their society. So, Jölfor began to be more comforted with the idea of speaking to Narvyri (because though he was madly in love with this girl, he had hardly spoken a word to her). On a cool spring day, when Narvyri sat on the hillock by the spring on the outskirts of town, he went to her.
“Oh, Narvyri,” said Jölfor. “Though I have the courage to fend the children from wolves, or slay any foul creature that may come near town, I have had not the courage to say to you that you are the fairest being I have had the chance to lay eyes upon. Your beauty is as captivating as any Faen-maiden of the east, and no painter or sculptor could do your elegance any justice.” Narvyri was touched by this, as no man had ever flattered her in such a way before. And so, she said to him,
“Jölfor, son of Dérenor, your speech is like that of the renowned poets, and your words are kind. Kinder than many of which have been said to me in my life. When I have seen you gaze upon me, I have seen the adoration you have for me. When I have seen you fight, I have seen your will and devotion to protect me. And now that you have spoken your mind and your emotions, I offer you my love and my life to protect.” Jölfor kneeled before her, and he took her hand to kiss. His heart was overwhelmed with joy and love, knowing that she would love him the same. And their bond was unbreakable, and nothing could ever stand between their love.