Prodmore seemed to have a lemon in his mouth, and his face was red and white: "I don't see what's funny about this?"

"Of course you can't see it. Egwen chuckled and gasped a few more times, "If you believe this nonsense, you won't be able to see it." Egwen took a deep breath and let out a sigh, "Since you insist on violating my **, then, Queen Prodmore from the noble Theramore, please take a seat." Egwene gestured to a wheat-straw chair. It had taken her a whole year to weave the chair in her third year of exile, and she was reluctant to sit on it herself. "Let me tell you how I became a Guardian of Tirisfa. And why don't I want to call myself a hero......"

Eight hundred and forty-seven years ago......

For years, the Tirisfal Glade had always been eerie to Egwene. Far from the hustle and bustle of the city, this woodland in the north of Lordaeron's capital is lush and mysterious. When her mother first took her here for camping, she was a child. In addition to being frightened, she couldn't help but admire its magnificence and charm. The various animals and colorful flowers and plants in the woods dazzled her and amazed her. Forgetting the city of torches and lanterns, Egwene was amazed to find so many stars in the deep blue night sky.

Slowly, the fear vanished, and the joy, excitement, and a hint of relief took over Egwen's heart.

But today, all the fears and fears are back.

Before he was twelve years old, Egwene became an apprentice mage under Scarville. She was joined by four other people - all boys. Egwene had always dreamed of becoming a mage, but her father and mother never tired of telling her over and over again that she would be a man's wife in the future, and that this was her fate. She is still young, and she still talks about the past, but soon she will start to learn how to run a house, such as sewing clothes, cooking and cooking......

It wasn't until she met Scarville that the dark cloud hanging over her head slowly dissipated. Scarville asked her to be his apprentice - and made it clear that Egwene couldn't say no. Mom and Dad felt that they would never see their daughter again. Crying darkly. But Egwene was thrilled and excited, and she was about to start learning how to be a mage!

At that time, Scarville had only three apprentice mages - Ferrarik, Jonas, and Manfred. Although these boys are just as annoying as the boys Egwene has come into contact with. But she also got along with them. The fourth boy, Natal, joined the school a year later.

One day, Scarville sued them that he was a member of a secret organization. This group is called the Guardians of Tirisfa. Egwene's first reaction to hearing the name was that the woodland she loved might have been named after the organization. In fact, it's the opposite - for centuries these guardians have met in the woods, so they named themselves after the woodland. This really surprised Egwene, who had been camping in the woodlands for years, but she had never seen such a gathering!

Scarville told them again that they would soon be going to meet Tirisfa in the woodland.

As if they were about to go on an adventure, the boys talked happily about various secret organizations. Egwen did not participate in their discussion. She wondered what Tirisfa was—Scarville was vague. The boys believed Scarville's words, but Egwene wanted to know more.

"You'll have enough of it right away, my girl. Scarville replied with a smile. He always called her "my girl".

Scarville took them to the woodland. Egwen was a little confused, where was there a figure in the empty woodland?

In a few moments, Egwin was about to open his mouth to ask Scarville for clarification, when suddenly a bright light flashed, and they were surrounded by seven people. Three of the seven were humans, three elves, and one was a dwarf. They were all male.

"We've chosen. An elf said.

Ferrarik asked, "What was chosen?"

The dwarf replied, "Quiet, child, you will know at once." ”

The elf turned to Scarville and said, "The few disciples you have cultivated are very good. Magna Scarville. ”

Egwene frowned: she had never heard such an honorific title.

"But there is one that is outstanding. The student had studied the subtleties of magic far beyond his usual curiosity, and was so brilliant that he had unsurpassed qualifications, and had mastered the Meltel Scroll. ”

Egwen's heart beat faster. The Night Elf Mytre was a great mage thousands of years ago. As a rule. Elven mages usually begin their first year as apprentices to try to learn the Meltel Scroll; Human mages only dare to try this magic after the apprentice mage stage is completed, but Egwene is less than a year away from being able to wield Myrtle's magic with ease.

The qiē was done quietly—Scarville repeatedly reminded her that she would annoy the boys.

Ferrarik glanced at his companions one by one, "Who's going to cast the Mytre Scroll?"

Egwen grinned toothily and said smugly, "It's me." ”

"Who allowed you to do that?" Manfred exclaimed angrily.

Scarville said quietly, "Manfred, I asked her to learn. You and Falaric should be careful not to speak too big or too small. ”

Ferrarik and Manfred bowed their heads. In unison, he said, "Yes, Master." ”

The elf continued, "By now, you must all know that a war is about to begin. This is not a struggle between ordinary people, but a war between groups of mages, and perhaps one day you will join in this war. Demons have invaded our world, and while we fight them with all our might, their offensive is getting mader every year. ”

"That's true. The dwarf interjected, and the elf couldn't help but glance at him, "It's possible that because of our struggle, they will become more and more crazy." ”

"Demons?" Natal sounded frightened. He was always afraid of demons.

"Yes," said one of the humans, "they have maimed us humans at every turn, and only a mage can compete with them. ”

"Someone—" The elf glanced at the human, expressing his displeasure with his talking, "accusing Tirisfa of failing in his duty to banish demons and protect the world, so we have elected a Guardian." The current Guardians, such as your Master Scarville, have gathered the best young mages on the continent to hone them. Then it's up to us to decide who is most qualified to become the new Guardian. ”

"It's not an easy choice. The dwarf said.

Jonas muttered, "That's a stupid choice." ”

"What did you just say, young man?" The other elf asked.

"I said your choice was stupid. Egwene is a girl! In the future, she will be no more than a learned woman, and she will only be able to distribute a few herbs to the villagers, and that's it! We are the real mages!"

Egwen looked at Jonas in shock and indignation. She had always been in love with Jonas, and the two of them slept a few times. Their relationship was hidden from several other disciples, but not from Scarville—nothing escaped the old mage's eyes. If these words came out of Farraric's mouth, she could accept them, because he was nothing more than a pretentious fool. But how - Egwene secretly swore that Jonas would never climb into her bed again...... (To be continued.) )