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| The Fifth day of Dracos in the year 2900 |
It has been difficult raising a half elven child in the human lands. Even more difficult because I have been forced to raise her alone. Daneb's father left shortly after she was born. He was able to handle living with an elf so long as no one knew that was the situation. He was, however, unable to cope with fathering a "half breed."
Daneb was a beautiful girl. Brilliant green eyes, silky long hair, and the soft features of her elven blood tempered by the strength of humans. Unfortunately, I couldn't allow anyone to see her. She was doomed for a solitary childhood, so far as "human" companionship was concerned. If any human had encountered a half elven child they most certainly would have attempted to have her killed, and their was no way I could allow that. So I moved us both deep into the woods where I could raise her in nature, away from the eyes of humans.
She was never without playmates however. Many a den of wolves allowed her to play with the pups. Badgers and foxes would play hide-and-go-seek around the trees and the brush. Her childhood was happy, her coming to womanhood was not.
While growing slowly compared to a human child, her coming to maturity was much quicker than I remembered mine to be. As her body changed and she matured, it was only natural for her to wonder at the existance of others of "our kind." I tried to explain that humans would not understand her, that she was too far out of their realm of experience. But after the course of thirty years, I was destined to fail.
One afternoon while she was out searching for herbs she came across a young human male. Despite my warnings she revealed herself to him. He called her demon and ran back to town. That night a party of men came searching for us, armed and bearing torches. Their intent, I'm sure, was to burn us at the stake. We barely managed to escape.
After that incident their was no keeping her here in the human lands of Sellador. She was insistant on journeying to the elven land of Tel-Tenauril and their was nothing I could do to persuade her otherwise. She was, with her human blood, a grown woman now and had the right to make her own choices. Under cover of night we journeyed to the shore. There we said our tearful good-byes and following my careful teachings, she changed to a fish and swam for Tel-Tenauril.
I know, unfortunately, that she will not be accepted there as an elf, but at least they will not charge her as a demon. I wait patiently for word from her, but I fear it will never come. |
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| Associated Regions: Sellador, Tel-Tenauril |
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| From the journal of Altaire |
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Contributor: Sandra Cousino |
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