It had taken a very long time for the sign of life to show within the Sorceress's womb, a time to celebrate it was when the truth was sought. She was pregnant! Of course after years of trying and not suceeding the stars had alligned in their favor.

 

A boy, it must be a boy, one to take on the legacy of the Campbells and keep the line going. Excitment had filled the Lord and Lady that finally there will be a childs laughter filling the halls of their home. 

 

Those nine months had proven to be hard as so many times Lady Ellia had thought the end of her child. Through rough patches the couple grew stronger, needing to be there for one another was crucial during times of near disaster. The child was a strong one, holding on even against odds that were against it. Ellia could feel the babies power, it was more then a child should have, but she took it as a sign that a strong warrior would be born out of their union. 

 

The shock came when it was the day of the birth as pain had nearly ripped Ellia from the world as they knew it trying to bring their child into the world. The son that they had so hoped for had turned out to be a beautiful blue eyed baby girl. Curly black hair that of course made her father question her faithfullness, as she was a red head and he a blonde. Her Mothers side had plenty of black haired folk to quell his worries as he looked down at his new baby girl. They hadn't chosen a girl name in hopes it had been a boy, the suggestion that she was an angel sent from the heavens they decided Neveah was the best, heaven spelled backwards. An angel sent to right all their wrongs in life. 

 

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Growing up was something of a fairy tail. Two parents who loved her and cared for her well being, but never had she been graced with another sibling to grow up with. Every day was a new lesson once she hit the age of five, learning more and more with every day as she grew. Once old enough she was brought to her fathers training room, where he honed his fighting skills. 

 

Though her life was not completely perfect, even once she was old enough there were plenty of times she never saw her parents, especially her Father who was often sent off to play diplomat for the Emperor of the Empire he fought for. There had even been one year when Nevaeh was still a young toddler that she remembered only ever seeing the Emperor Drenai, her mother gone and her Father in a distant land leaving her alone with a man that was as large as a mountain. A year her mother had been gone, a year without her mother, never finding out why she had left in the first place. (Not until 21 years later)

 

The fact that her father taught her things a boy would learn. It told her that her father wished that he was blessed with a boy as he looked through every weapon option he had. Trying to think of something that would be of good use to a girl such as her. Chosing daggers at that point, being small and easily hidden he started her there. At the age of seven she found herself proficient with the daggers and growing so fast she was able to weild a sword already. A girl of her height looked frail but her father soon found that she was deceptive in that aspect. 

 

As her father taught her sword play her mother worked on honing her skills with the elements and spells that would come into use later on in her life. Her mother was most proficient in electomancy but she quickly found that her daughter was a marter mastering every element by the age of eleven. 

 

Not long after her lessons were nearly complete her world was turned upside down as news of her fathers death reached the Campbell house. The man that had been there to raise her when he could, the man that was proud to call her his daughter was gone. Forever. 

 

This news had hit her mother hard, harder then it had hit Nevaeh, as he was her soul, her heart, her everything next to Nevaeh. A broken heart had left the woman broken, ill and not herself. Guilt perhaps? Who knows why she had become the way she had been. A deep mourning that had made the woman send Nevaeh, her only family, off to live with a tyrant that had run her husbands and Nevaeh's fathers life. The man who was the very reason her father was never coming home again.

 

After several years of never seeing the woman, letters sent by Ravens the only access she had to the woman. The only way she knew she was alive. It wasn't until the she was nineteen that the letter that shattered her world completely had arrived. Her mother had finally passed, having been sicker then she let on she found her mother had suffered mentally and physically since the death of her father. The news that she had fought for as long as her mortal body could, she was now with her father, by his side leaving the woman alone. Alone in the large castle that had become her home, under the rule of Drenai, the Emperor of the Deathstalker Empire. 

 

Over three years Nevaeh had made it her goal to settle her families affairs and sell off everything that there was that would remind her of home. Keeping only a few keepsakes she keeps them close to her, but they are not much nor of value to anyone else. Her fathers swords, mothers grimoures and journals as well as some jewelery that she had liked as a child. Nothing but sentimental value. The rest of the time Nevaeh had pondered ever going back to the castle where she felt isolated, to the place she had no one but the Emperor who was the only one that seemed to care for her existance in the castle. 

 

To this day she is learning new things and meeting new people and finding out things she never knew were truth.