What can one say about ones life that is not yet complete? What can anyone say? Until now, i have lived as best i can. Survival is all that is important. I am young for an elf. Merely 136 years old. My childhood was filled with vague memories. None of which are worth mentioning. But it is the best place to start is it not? My family lives in the nation of Dorn. They moved from Elore, land of elves. I do not know why. We lived in one of the towns. My mother died when i was very young. We moved away after her death. We moved to a secluded area within a forest, much like the Eloran elves. I was brought up by my father. Growing up i was told that my mother had died of natural causes. I accepted it. I did not know better. I was a mere child.

I was taught the was of the forest. Hunting, tracking, stealth, combat. I loved it all. I would be able to lose myself in the moment. Nothing mattered but the moment. Surviving. I especially liked combat. My father was an expert at two-weapon fighting. He taught me the way to fight with 2 weapons. We would sometimes spar into the night. I never realized this but growing up, i rarely had any contact with outsiders. I learned everything from my father. The years moved by fast. Soon i was a teenager. Able to survive by my own. That was when things turned for the worse. I remember that night as if it were yesterday.

We were at home, my father and I. Eating dinner. We had killed a dear. Suddenly, my father looked up and there was a look of pure shock on his face. He drew his weapons and ran out of the house. I was too shocked to move. I heard swords clashing outside. Shouting. Still i did not move. Soon the sounds died down. I waited, scared. My father walks in, there was blood on him. But it wasn’t his. I still had not move, scared beyond my wits. He closes the door and sits down in front of me. He looks me straight in the eyes and says “I think its time you knew”. He then tells me that our family was from a race of protectors He showed me a pendant. It had a gryphon on one side and a chimera on the other. He said that the reason he moved to Dorn get away from it all. He did not know that they would be able to find him here.

I was too stunned to say anything. He said that his wife, my mother had been killed by them because of them moving away. That was why we had moved to the forest. To hide. They were after my family as my father had broken his oath. he had been training me to take his place. Silence. My father got up and went to his room. I stayed at the table the whole night. Thinking of all the questions i had and wanted to ask him. What are we protecting? Who were the man last night? Who killed my mother!? I never got the chance. I got up and walked to his room. But my father was gone. All that was left was the pendant on his bed.

That is all i have of my father till this day. That and the skills he has taught me. After my father left, i could not go on living there. Alone. Plus if there is a chance i get to find my father… I have so much to ask him. I left with as much i could carry that very same day.. The pendant around my neck. It had to be important. Since that day, i had been traveling from village to village. Doing odd jobs and earning enough just to survive. the skills my father taught me were very useful. It was in this manner that i finally reached New Keep. I was hired by the local military. Apparently there were a group of adventurers that need to go to Old Keep and i was to be their guide. Another day, another job.

But who knows, maybe i might be able to find my father. I keep my hopes up. But they diminish with each day. Knowing that he is being hunted. The only reason he left was to ensure my safety. I know it. Hopefully, when i find him, i will be able to stand beside him and face whatever comes between us. I will find him. I will find those who killed my mother. But until then. I will survive…