Ava once again found time flying by as the months went by, she soon past her fifth year in this world.

Her mother held a big celebration for her fifth birthday, turning five was an important milestone among the elves.

It was usually the time a child would begin learning about the responsibilities they would hold in the tribe in the future.

Of course there was only so much a child would understand, but even young elves were instilled a sense of comradeship, that everyone in the tribe had an important role to play.

Ava was an exception to this and had already been learning at a much more advanced rate to the other children, however her fifth birthday was still viewed with just as much importance.

Hoatan, Arwen and Althaea were all proud of her. Her progress was amazing for a child of her age and astounded them greatly.

It had been two years since she last saw her Father. The fighting down at the fort that separates the human lands from the elves was intense but the elves were holding despite the large disparity in numbers.

The elves had entrenched themselves deep, there was apparently no other way into these lands, large mountains surrounded the vibrant forests which made up the majority of the elves territory.

It was inaccessible to any large army, the only way through has long been fortified by the elves, but if the Evergreen clan and their defences were to fail there would be nothing stopping the bloodthirsty humans from entering the lands.

Nonetheless the good new was that the magical beast problem troubling them was resolved allowing the Darkwood clan to send in reinforcements, additionally the Royal Clan also made their presence more known.

It was a relief for the elves and tribes who's resources were strained further as they were requested to supply the fort more and more.

Ava herself did not know how the humans were able to continue such a long siege with an army of it's size with even the elves struggling despite having not only a shorter number of soldiers but having the backing of their prosperous lands nearby.

However, she knew they would eventually crumble if they failed to breach the elven lands no matter how influential this human emperor was.

Hopefully, that would mean her fathers return soon. Despite not being able to see him that much in her first five years of life she knew he cared for her.

It helped that her Mother, Hoatan, Arwen and Althaea all looked out for her in the tribe. She knew she also had Cense but he was like an annoying little brother most of the time despite his maturity when discussing cultivation.

Hoatan and Arwen were the strict and crazy old grandpas she never had in her previous life.

Althaea was the cool aunt who taught her magic and her Mother was the compassionate, loving, protective mother that she always longed for when her mum passed away in her previous life.

Her eyes grew fierce when she thought of the war and what the feeling of losing them would entail.

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She was not ignorant enough to not pick up this was a peaceful world, outside the land of the elves the human lands was a chaotic, dangerous place and going by Arwen the elven lands might not be as peaceful as they were lead to believe.

It was the main drive of her pushing her astounding cultivation progress.

She was progressing along the Longleaf Sword style nicely. In this world sword styles and martial techniques were given appropriate rankings of mastery which was Lower, Moderate, Greater and Perfect.

She had already reached Lower in her first year of training with the sword style, but apparently it was the easiest to grasp and most elves would comprehend it with two years of practice, the next stage usually took more than double so it could be a while before she saw further progress.

She also heard there were things outside of sword styles and martial techniques known as sword intent, however this was beyond her at the moment so Hoatan did not go into detail about it.

Althaea was also greatly impressed with her progress as a Mage since she had already reached a Tier 1 standard.

A Tier 1 Mage was not impressive and fairly easy to achieve even with low talent but for a child of her age it would be considered incredible, though apparently there was prodigies even beyond her according to Althaea at the academy.

This made her realise despite her unique advantages she was not invincible, she had to work hard otherwise she would not even be as good as a genius in what Cense describes as a lower-tier world.

Being a Tier 1 Mage meant she knew four Tier 1 spells. The other spells apart from ‘Cleanse’ were ‘Heal Wounds’, ‘Recovery’ and ‘Water Whip’.

As a Tier 1 spell ‘Heal Wounds’ was only able to heal minor injuries, but with it's low cost and a mages Elemental Qi increasing in purity as they progress in cultivation it is a useful spell even at the later tiers.

‘Recovery’ makes a person feel refreshed and aids fatigue, it speeds up natural healing and is usually used to support individuals with minor illnesses.

Even with their limitations from being Tier 1 spells they still each had their uses. Though ‘Water Whip’ was a fairly useless spell, it created a whip made out of water that felt like a weak slap making her only somewhat offensive spell disappointing making her realise why water mages had the reputation for being healers.

Her progress with Arwen in herbology was also fruitful, with her knowledge of plants and herbs reaching another level withn number of excursions she had been going on with Arwen and Hoatan. They had slain a few more boars and even a lone desperate wolf who had been separated from it's pack.

The wolf had light green fur and was around the size of a tiger in her previous world. Arwen said it was called a Wind Wolf and she could see why when it shot a blade of condensed Air Qi out of it's mouth.

It was the first time she saw Hoatan break a sweat fighting something and if a starved version of the ginormous wolf she saw gave him that much trouble she could only wonder what a pack of them could do.

Hoatan grew more serious that day and she was forbidden from going out with them again since it was too dangerous.

It was unusual for Wind Wolves to be this close to the tribe unless it was forced to emigrate here by a larger threat.

Something that would injure the Wolf this severely and separate it from it's pack like that couldn't be good news.

The sense of foreboding danger crept up on the tribe until they were met with news that truly shook the tribe for the first time.

Haggard and ruged was the form of her Father alongside him unfamiliar elves stood but she could feel the raw power that emanated from them even from a distance.

They entered the tribe with the worse possible news they could hear. The humans have won the battle for Fort Gasden and now are ready to finally plunder the elven lands.

It seemed this was the end to her peaceful days of training, all they can do now is run away to the Royal Clan for safety.

‘I hope we can make it safetly’ Ava muttered under her breath as her Father embraced her and her mother, somehow she knew it was not going to be easy to escape the grasp of the humans.