First Contact
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He is a tormented soul, a very tormented one. It has been this for some months, since that day… As an elf, it should have been merciful since the race sleeps not, alas the contrary is proven. Like all elves, he must go into reverie for a few hours each day, it is also called "the comunion". During the process, memories passed will return, thus elves hardly forget things and people, especially people. The sylvan woods elves are no exception, he is no exception. "Why? Why torment me like this..." Saelasri asks himself, the woods, the spirits, sometimes Corellon himself.
Sometimes he wonders whether surviving had actually been a fortune, or a torture. He struggles. "Coward." The word torments him deep down within his heart. It hasn't ended, probably wouldn't, it started ever since that day... He couldn't forget...
Returning from collecting wood he was, the day seemed as typical as any other. Silently he strided through the woods. No- something was wrong, there is smoke coming up in the distant sky... His ears twitch- shouting, screaming, sounds of metal... He ran swiftly towards his home, the camp, careful not to be seen. From a tree at a distance, he saw what was happening.
Terror fell in front of his eyes- demons are slaughtering everybody within the camp, they are kinsmen, people of familiar faces, family, friends. Rethe fell before him. Rethe? Isn't he the strong leader of the guards of the camp. One of the guards fell with his eyes looking at him, he had spotted him. As the dying elf breathed hard and slowly, he laid looking at Saelasri. "Don't look at me!" was the voice in Salaesri's heart. "But I can't, I couldn't, I can never defeat them." is the resonating voice in his mind.
These images haunt him, every day, and night. They wouldn't leave. Sometimes he thinks he really sees them, their spirit. Perhaps the spirits remain restless? Or is it the devil in his own heart? The one named guilt? At first, they terrify him, bringing him to tears. Overtime however, Saelasri have learned to "ignore" them. His heart have become numb, cold. It helps to soften the pain somewhat, by not thinking too much or paying too much attention. Escaping? Perhaps salvation in a way.
Days go by, his typical day became one of stalking the woods, watching, waiting, hunting for his meals. Then slowly, months went by. He could get by. But- something, something is lacking, or perhaps there is an extra something. Definitely something was out of place. He could not find peace. Even if there wasn't too much pain, the events that took place have made him restless. A restless soul, Saelasri yearns to look into what is this that is out of place, there is still afterall a long way ahead for his young age, no he couldn't possibly live through the next hundreds of years like this.
Over months, he couldn't quite figure it out. Forcing out possibilities, he could come to only one conclusion. The destruction of the elven camp is definitely the root of the problem. He could possibly hide forever in the woods, but not from himself. If he is to have rest on the day he dies, courage, something which might have been lacking in the first place, is something he have to take up, to step out, to face reality, to find out the truth.
"Who? Who did this to the camp? WHY?!" the question burned. The desire for this truth lights intensely in his heart. He seek the truth, moreover, he sought the wrong be right. He will, walk out, because that is where the truth lies, out there. To find it, he will have to walk into perhaps the first human town he ever walked into, talk, talk to strangers he might never have ever wanted to talk to. But he is determined to walk out of comfort zone, into the unknown, motivated by the unease in his heart.
He stops. As these thoughts flood his mind, his foot had bought him to the edge of civilization. Peering out from the trees, he sees a gate, with guards. A sign nearby reads "Norwick".
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