• There was silence...there only ever was silence in the beginning, and even now, five years later, silence frightens me more than a sword drawn against me. Silence, and the whistling winter winds...they draw out the worst of memories, the worst things that have occurred all because I could not see that not all beings were as I believed them to be.
    Once, naieve and young as I was, I had truly believed that everyone was good, that there was no one in the world who would hunt down another, that the reason my family and I had to run and run and keep running was not because we were in deathly peril. I had thought then that we were running because my father was paranoid.
    I was wrong, so very wrong, and they paid the price for my mistake.

    The harsh, cold winds that swept down the valley whistled through the stones, blowing the mist from the waterfall into my face. It froze there, glistening in the moonlight that shone down through the heavy snow filled clouds.
    Where are you, mother. Father, are you keeping her and Aryn safe?
    A single footstep behind me was all it took to make me swing around and draw my sword. It was all I needed, in my mind, to ready myself to fight, yet I truly believed that I didnt have to. It was just instinct and the lessons that my father had taught me that made me wary.
    He was standing there, the man that had persued us for so long, the man who I had never so much as caught a glimpse of. Still, I knew him from fathers descriptions. There was no way that this man could be mistaken for any other.
    Mismatched violet and hazel eyes stared back at me from behind a fringe of black streaked silver-gold hair, a scar lining his dark skin like lightning through a dark night, almost white on almost black. But it was not this alone that made me wary of him, oh no. It was the hate that oozed from him like a dark cloud, twisting and winding its way into and around my heart and creating such...fear.

    'Please, no!' I remember screaming, not having the courage to stand firm. I was still just a child then, only fourteen summers.
    This, and only this, is all I can remember of that night.
    So, as my father once did, I run from this man who has sworn to eradicate the last of my line from this earth. I have been made an outlaw by this man, I am hunted not only by him, but by the human realm, the elven realm and by the realm of the shadows. If even the realm of the shadows will not accept me, then what hope have I of ever finding a haven of peace...
    Sometimes...I just wish that it would all end, for one way or another. Whichever way it ends, I would be sure to find peace, even if it is the peace that can only be found in death.