Life has been cruel to me. I've had but was a flitting moment of happiness but twice in my long life. How i wished i was human, at least i would know a quick end, not this countless years of pain.
Allow me to take you to the begining. I grow up in the forest, our family had moved away from the city, and other elfs. The high bourne a worry for my parents. So we lived alone in the deep forest. Home. Peace, with all the forest and its inhabitance as our friends. My father was a hunter, providing us with our food, cloths and shealter. My mother was a powerful druid of the Forest. Even her mere presence would cause the local plants to fulish, and burst into flower. I have fond memories of my mother. Perhaps the only thing that kept me from completey lossing my mind to the pain of slavery.
The attack was shift. We knew they were coming, the forest told us so. Then the Orcs came, pure hate in their eyes. My father killed many as they came through the trees, but they over whelmed him. Even with my mother slowing them down with aid of the forest He fell. Mother senced the end was close. She sent Shademi my little sister into the forest. She was fast, perhaps she would make it. My mother screamed, and i turned to look at her as i did so, i felt a heavy blow to my head, and all went dark.
I awoke in a cage, the bloodthristy orcs staring at me. There seemed to be an acution, they were selling me. They bid amoung themselves, talking in their grunts and shouts. I didn't understand them.
I had many masters, Perhaps the kindest i had was a taruen. I had run into them after i'd run away from the Orcs when he turned his back. He was a druid also, and trained me in the druidic ways, senceing my power, my mothers gift. My time was short lived. a band of humans found his home, and once again, a peaceful family was torn apart and i bore witness to anthoer slaughter.
I escaped only to run into an undead rogue, and back into slavery. A twist of unluck. For the first time in a long time i felt true fear. THe walking dead was but a nightmare i had thought, yet one glared at me now. I soon found myself in the undercity, and i new master. What happened to me then i cannot bring myself to recall. THe past few years under the undead make countless years with the orcs seem like a hoilday. All i find myself able to write is that my very soul is now tanited by what they did to me. Such evil acts...*The words are no longer recongiseable, and the ink appears to run in places, where tears have landed apon the parcment.*
*A new pargaragh begins, and once again the words are clear.* We were shiped off to the trolls. I have heard of their hate for the night elfs, and the fact that they eat humaniods. Perhaps i will soon be dead. A sudden explovion tears apart the boat. Many drown, and as i surface, i see the humans are once again attacking. I watched the few friends i had sinking to the base of the sea, still chained to the boat. I escaped, and for once, I didn't run into anyone. I now keep my distacne from others. I can trust no-one. I avoid roads and towns. And i will never appoach any. The forest is my friend. i need no others, for friendship can only end in pain.
