Post by Kazzell KumoKi on Feb 3, 2007 16:30:42 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]Part 1[/shadow]
I have a reverence for the drow I learned alot from them, my whole outlook on life er well death that is. But no i don't count them as family because i had to leave their ranks after i found out that they were a part of the group that told my home nation to separate from nature in a plot to box them in and make them fear nature. So that they could trap them in and wipe them out.
My homes fear of nature was sure and displayed in their campaign to wipe out all druids and worshipers of the druidic ways. Luckily for my mother she was married to my father who was the lord of our nation so when the town went about killing off and driving out lovers of nature and destroying the nature around us, my mother was spared. But that didn't make her anymore comfortable trapped in our walls surrounded by technology. She took it upon herself to seek out the last druid that she know of just outside our city to train with him and try to teach her unborn son the way of nature. When someone she made this decision she told her consult of her plans, thinking she could confide in her, but she was wrong. Her consult told my father, the Lord, and he had no choice but to lock her away until i was born.
When i was born she begged my father to let her go meet with the druid again just to get me blessed under his power and to expose me to a bit of nature. He agreed but told 2 of his loyal warriors to follow her and protect her. These me n were not so loyal though, for as soon as they steped into the thick, dark cover of the woods they began to chase my mother, child in hand and fear in her heart she ran as fast as she could still seeking the druid.
Some might say luck was with her because she found the druid before the warriors could catch up with her, luckily they had no experience at all running in the woods or dealing with nature...to be honest these men were terrified as soon as they saw trees taller than themselves. But i woudln't have said luck was with her at all because when she reached the druid and pled with him to help her, he said that i was a blessing he had prayed for and her taking me out of the kingdom was the worst thing i could have done. He pulled back the sheet that covered my face and reveild that i was no longer the same complexion as her. My skin had turned into a soft leafy texture and my complexion was similar to the tops of the trees as the sun rises in our home of the east. Before my mother could ask utter a word the Warriors were there, she handed me to the druid and she was instantly killed by the larege pikes that the warriors carried slicing through her back and arms and legs and nearly stabbing my own body but luckily for me the druid turned into his panther animal form and got away from the carnage, but not quite soon enough for the brutal death of my own mother to be my first bloody scaring memory, and the basis of my ideals of death.
it's rough to understand/read cause i wrote it superfast~
hints.
questions.
pointers.
helps?
I have a reverence for the drow I learned alot from them, my whole outlook on life er well death that is. But no i don't count them as family because i had to leave their ranks after i found out that they were a part of the group that told my home nation to separate from nature in a plot to box them in and make them fear nature. So that they could trap them in and wipe them out.
My homes fear of nature was sure and displayed in their campaign to wipe out all druids and worshipers of the druidic ways. Luckily for my mother she was married to my father who was the lord of our nation so when the town went about killing off and driving out lovers of nature and destroying the nature around us, my mother was spared. But that didn't make her anymore comfortable trapped in our walls surrounded by technology. She took it upon herself to seek out the last druid that she know of just outside our city to train with him and try to teach her unborn son the way of nature. When someone she made this decision she told her consult of her plans, thinking she could confide in her, but she was wrong. Her consult told my father, the Lord, and he had no choice but to lock her away until i was born.
When i was born she begged my father to let her go meet with the druid again just to get me blessed under his power and to expose me to a bit of nature. He agreed but told 2 of his loyal warriors to follow her and protect her. These me n were not so loyal though, for as soon as they steped into the thick, dark cover of the woods they began to chase my mother, child in hand and fear in her heart she ran as fast as she could still seeking the druid.
Some might say luck was with her because she found the druid before the warriors could catch up with her, luckily they had no experience at all running in the woods or dealing with nature...to be honest these men were terrified as soon as they saw trees taller than themselves. But i woudln't have said luck was with her at all because when she reached the druid and pled with him to help her, he said that i was a blessing he had prayed for and her taking me out of the kingdom was the worst thing i could have done. He pulled back the sheet that covered my face and reveild that i was no longer the same complexion as her. My skin had turned into a soft leafy texture and my complexion was similar to the tops of the trees as the sun rises in our home of the east. Before my mother could ask utter a word the Warriors were there, she handed me to the druid and she was instantly killed by the larege pikes that the warriors carried slicing through her back and arms and legs and nearly stabbing my own body but luckily for me the druid turned into his panther animal form and got away from the carnage, but not quite soon enough for the brutal death of my own mother to be my first bloody scaring memory, and the basis of my ideals of death.
it's rough to understand/read cause i wrote it superfast~
hints.
questions.
pointers.
helps?