Monday, June 21, 2010

Chapter One...I Am Born...

My first memory is from a time in which I was relatively new born. I was lying under The Mother Tree in Teladrassil and glorying in the beauty of my home. My father was the druid Laurent and my mother a wood elf named Yves. I was destined to love Kalimdor and brought up in the manner of all elven-kind: to seek balance between earth and sky, wood and sea. My name was chosen for its meaning: "bitter purple flower".

Why bitter you may ask? Because my parents knew the plight of the night elves and indeed, they fell prey to powers that sought to annihilate the very essence of our being and the sorrow brought by the destroyers--those that are now called the Horde. I survived because I lay hidden beneath the roots of that same tree which became the symbol of all survivors and a home base from which to begin my journey--one that would take me away from Kalimdor to the farthest reaches of the world.

I trained in the ways of the hunter more for protection and preservation than anything else. My first tasks were simple and my teacher was Givenchy, the Lore Master of the Stars. He taught me to seek nourishment from the plants and animals of the forest. He showed me the basics of making armor from the skins I acquired and when I was merely sixteen years of age, sent me to Darnassus to join the ranks of the Cenarion Circle. And there I learned to ride the black tiger and the intricacies of the bow.

One day, shortly after my training was complete, I was sent on a journey across the sea to the town of Auberdine. My task was a simple one: to acquire the Mantle of Myriad--a magical cloak that had belonged to my parents and contained their story in its threads. I was told that there were secrets woven into the folds of the cloak, tales held by the fibers which would explain my heritage and what my life's mission must be. The cloak was multi-colored, like a field of wild flowers and impregnated with my father's magic. I, and only I, could use it.

I thought that finding the cloak would be simple. Little did I know that its very existence would soon be in question and that a duplicate had been made that contained no magic. I was given one name--Kenundrom. My orders, to find this human and discover where he had hidden the Mantle of Myriad.

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