I was still considered young in the Elven community when the War of Tears began. Why did the Sons of Man have to come and massacre village after village of Elves? Then they finally come for us. The course of all history would be changed from that very moment. The last of our mighty power would be shattered.
I had to come of age to fight yet as I was still too young to when it all happened. I taught the necessities of our lives. I had begun the training of the art that my grandfather had practiced. And like my father followed him, I followed my father. This was the art of Blade Weaving. I was still in the earlier phases when Man came in their attempt to destroy us.
I heard that the great houses were assemblying together to make a last stand at a place I believe was called Kierhaven. Anyway, that's not what is important. My mother and I, and like the other mothers and their children were told to go to this "haven" deep inside the forest. Our brethern and elders said they would return for us and everything would be in great splendor after their victory but it never happened.
Our keen ears heard a group coming. Everyone got prepared, the very young ones hid behind their mothers while the older near of age people prepared to defend themselves. My mother then pleaded for me to leave. I gave in and did as she said and ran further in the forest. I ran and tried not to look back besides for quick glances here and there to make sure no one was following me. I could hear the screams and those in agony and suffering. Who would do such a thing? It was definately not our blood returning.
So from there I ran. My breathe grew heavier as I became winded. As I continued on I tripped and stumbled on a broken branch on the ground. I laid there for what seemed like years. I then slowly rose and gathered myself. I then had to accept the task I had to undertake...survive on my own. I fixed my short sword in its sheath at my belt and brushed the dirt off my clothes. I then headed to live my new life. It wasn't easy at first, the mental impact and the emotional impact, and having to adjust and learn the ways of the outside world to live. I stayed within that forest for several years. But too many patrols of humans and this feeling that I had to leave caused me to leave.
I then travelled, but feared to go close to any civilization, fearing of what might happen to me. I walked along the plains, the forests, and hills. I saw the rivers. Many more years passed. The world had changed. It was darker, colder, and... filled with odd creatures.
As time went by I felt an urge...like a calling. It came down from within. I could not tell what it was so my mind tried to ignore it but my heart tried to find it.
Eventually I found the call. I had to go back to the forest, see what was there. I went back. That didn't suffice the feeling though. I had to go beyond, farther, so the coast by the Great Sea.
I had found my destiny, the sense that was calling me. It was my family. That family is House Lok-ri.
Scholars of Man call this the Age of Strife. Yes, it may be filled with strife but I believe it is the Age of The Calling. We are being called. Called to return, find each other, and rebuild what we have lost. We must rise like the phoenix from its ashes. All of our power wasn't destroyed, it's just lost and we have to find it.