3. Valeran Orbarskyr - Inheritance of Fate

Valeran Orbarskyr - Inheritance of Fate


  • Valeran looked at his mother and smiled. It didn't work. She was still angry. He sighed and sat down at the opposite end of the table she continued to glare at him from. Her elven eyes seeming to bear the wisdom of millenia and more than willing to bore into him for twice as long.

    "Mother…"

    The glare worsened and the room seemed to grow colder to Valeran and he wisely silenced himself.

    "You want to join your father. Galavanting around Aber-Toril on grand adventures? This is your idea of fun? If you hadn't grown so big so fast I'd take you over my knee. Perhaps I still should." Valeran sat stoically and bore the words. His mind was set and she knew it but he knew she needed to do this.

    "No retort, Valeran?" Her gaze softened and she simply stared into her sons eyes for a few moments then suddenly, even unexpectedly, she nodded. Valeran stood up slightly then reseated himself.

    "You will leave Silverymoon. You will join your father but... not until he is ready for you." Valeran began to speak but was silenced with another glare. Not so cold as the first but just as assuredly a clear message. She continued speaking.

    "I can not convince you to remain here. I will no longer try. Your path is set. I see it in your eyes, my son. Your human blood will burn in you until you do this. It is my hope that it will burn out and you will one day return to your home, here.

    Your training will continue per your father's wishes. Troth has many more lessons to impart to you. Learn them well. Then when your father sends word, you may go."

    Valeran wanted to speak, to announce he was ready, but he simply nodded. He was convinced his mother would never understand his reasoning for wanting to go nor did he care to explain it. He would never be truly accepted in the city of Silverymoon. He was a half-elf. But the stories of the wild untamed lands of Narfell were of many peoples of often strange and exotic origins.

    Valeran had heard tales of the distrust and hate but so to had he heard tales of outsiders becoming heros of that wild land, heros revered and accepted, truly accepted. He would find his place in Narfell, but he would wait a time. The aging knight Troth would soon tell him he was ready. Then he would set out for the lands of Narfell. Then he would find his place in the world. Then he would leave his mark.


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