Celia ( POV)
I was training really hard my father had engaged two new teachers to train me fight using magic .
The West continent is very very far from the East continent separated by a large ocean based on what people often said. Two years had already passed since I used my air magical powers I had not been able to use it again no matter how willing I was. My father gave me hard training he trained me to fight with swords,daggers and spears. That day we were going to welcome a certain Dylria since she saved one of my cousins that was drowning in the sea ,we had not given a formal thank and also we needed to welcome her to our continent since she said she is from the East . I hoped she was going to help use at least one of my ice or wind magic . All the family was ready to go ,when we arrived at the gate of the palace we welcomed her and gave our different gifts we prepared for her. Mine was just a bangle I gave her so it would always protect her when she put it on. I had put small magical green stones round the bangle . The green stones were very rare and scare only those of the royal family had access to them.
I did not put the bangle in a package I just handed it like that to Dylria,I could see everyone was amazed with what they were seeing. She thanked me what I liked on Dylria is that she had beautiful features like her blond hairs and pure black eyes unlike us in the West that had black hairs and blue eyes. After dinner I went to the palace garden and saw Dylria a sitting on a chair in the cold night . I had so many questions to ask her I couldn't wait any longer so I sat on the opposite chair and asked "miss why are you in the cold night at this hour alone ?" " Please princess first of all stop calling me miss it is too odd instead call me Dylria"she answered. I nodded , "you also have to stop calling me princess I got a name and my name is Celia or Delia" I said calmly. "Wait you have two surnames ?" Dylria asked a little bit surprised, I immediately shook my head "oh no I have one name and one surname Avanju Celia. 'Avanju' the name of my father and Celia my name " "then Dylria?" She said questioningly
"No I just over like the name Delia" I answered with a shrug. We kept chatting and I felt at ease with her.
As we discussed I knew that night she passed me with five years and that all those of the East have the same features like her .