Julian Everwood- The Full Story
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You sneak into Julian's pack, the first thing you see on top is a old book, with a stained cover. Water from tough rains, snow from the cold winter nights, a burned corner of a campfire from a group of friends telling eachother tales, many tales are already told by the damage of the cover. You open it curiously at the first page…
It all started in a town named Hilltop; My home. I was 70 years old back then ((About 10 human years, correct me if I am wrong
)). _I ran down a snowy path, looking at the graveyard fly before me. I saw gravestones laying on eachother telling tales of the winters past, as if they were close friends. I ran into a forest, not so deep, to withdraw my flute from my belt. As I saw the flute, a horrible memory that haunted me flashed before my eyes; My father Aelogas, he was a popular puppeteer in our area.flashback
Aelogas held a family portrait, probably his biggest treasure, even bigger than his all his puppets for his shows combined, as he walked down a road at a dark night. He always looked at the painting to make him feel better when he felt alone in his adventures. Then a dark silloutte appeared on top of the tree.
A drow with dragon wings appeared in front of him, withdrew his poisonous dagger. Aelogas withdrew his longsword and shield and got into a battle stance. Swing after swing, dodge after dodge, block after block, the drow dragon disciple jumped over Aelogas and backstabbed into a horrible sneak attack, he collapsed. The family paiting flew in the strong winds dipped with blood, showing signs of how much tears will be dropped by the rest of his family, grieving for years.
flashback over
I walked back home in sorrow, I started whispering slowly to the sky, trying to talk with my father, about a poem I wrote myself as I walked, taking time between each line:
I miss you daddy
I know your in a beautiful place named heaven
We have your favorite dinner tonight
Ate all the vegetables like you told me
Even if I didn't like it
I started Children's Begginer Bards School like you did
I always hold the small family portrait of us, always looking at you when I feel alone
I can swing in the swing by myself!
But I still miss you pushing me
I miss when you tickle me
When my belly hurts
I try not to cry
Because you don't like it when I do
But I miss you too much Julian starts crying
…I went to bed that night....
I must go to sleep now Daddy
I'll leave the sheets a bit open tonight
Just if in case you come home
So you can tuck me in and kiss me good night
I....Miss....you...DaddyI cried myself to sleep that night.
That was the most emotional night of my life, I just felt my father there beside me.
See, me and my parents lived in a tavern, my father used to own it and peform there, but now my mother does now and she hires bards to entertain people there.
My mother and I always grieved at night for two straight years.
21 years later, when I was 91 years old ((13 years old equivalent to human years)), the future for me started shaping. My mother told me a horrible secret that day, thinking I was ready for it.
My mother was sitting at the stage of our tavern waiting for me, she just closed the tavern a while ago. I sat down beside her, my mother folded her arms around me.
"Julian, it is time you know why your father died," my mother whispered in my ear, sadness expressed in her gaze.
"See... I am Dragon Blooded, the Blood was from a Dragon named Sharpsung. He was probably the best singer that ever existed, his songs in legend are believed when he sings in combat, he could make a whole army run into incredible speeds, protect themselves from strong magic, turned their skin to stone for temporary time, make them stronger and cast magic even better."
My eyes widened as I heard.
"This magical voice could weaken a evil dragon named Redilius. Sharpsung and Redilius were sworn enemies, Redilius succesfully won by petrifying him against a tree. But now, his children escaped with his blood, now with my dragon blood, and your fathers 'Bard genes' as he calls it, Redilius thinks -you- have been passed down that magical voice, -he is trying to kill you-."
I got worried and scared as I kept listening.
"Redilius misjudged how long it took elves to age, and thought your father was you. He was ruling over a colony of drows, gave them dragon blood, and sent one of his best assasins to kill your father. And he succeeded; except he got the wrong person. But don't worry, I'll protect you. I'm a mage remember?" she asked looking at me with a encouraging smile.
I smiled back.
"That's why we hided here in Hilltop, he'll never suspect us here."
After that, we went to sleep, I kept thinking about it all night.
The next day, my mom woke me up and took me back stage of the tavern right before it opened.
"This is a gift I saved for you, I remember how much you told your father you were interested in playing a yarting," my mom said, handing me a yarting.
"Thank you so much mom!" I yelled excited, I gave my mom a kiss and a hug.
I went to the Bard school and showed off my brand new yarting as the others had to used the old creaky ones for the school. A bunch of my friends left the school already because they aged out... but I already been there 21 years just because elves live longer and yadayadayada. But I remember my dad say to make as much friends as possible, but it was a good thing I still had some of my elven friends still there.
As I left the school and headed home, I heard a female cry for help... it sounded like my mom. I ran in the house afraid and saw my mom laying on the ground dead, I saw a hole in her back dipped with green liquid seeming like a poisonous dagger stabbed her there...._