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Author: Driztraean
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Det'rien was hiking to the river, about an hours march from his safe haven. He was a man like no other, maybe because he was a Dark Elf, who had shunned the ways of his evil people. But he was also a ranger, a blind one but easily the best around. He could hear a stranger from a mile away, and shoot in arrow right into their heart from one thousand paces away! He only needed to hear the soft rustle of the grass under their feet.
The old ranger climbed up a large oak tree, its rough bark hamrlessly scraping his hands as he crawled up. Det'rien made his way to a thick branch overhanging the river, its rich blues shifting to bright yellows and whites as the suns' reflections danced upon its surface. The elf, ran off of the branch and casually summersaulted into a dive. He swam under the water a bit, often swimming up to old ruins of some ancient city that was probably destroyed before the shattering. He shuddered at the though of the shattering.
He heard breathing, very quiet breathing from under the water and resurfaced taking in a deep breath, though only ears trained like his would ever have been able to hear it. He noticed a basket riding down the river caught in its currents. And new in a heart beat what rested inside. His strong arms began pulling him towards it, and he reached up grasping it by the side and pulling it towards land. He smiled as he pulled it, he fealt life within!
Det'rien carefully placed the basket on the shore, and hopped out, his barefeet grasping the grass beneath his ebon toes.
He moved the basket to face him, and studied the infant with his hands.
"Hmmmm... ye seem to be a boy." He laughed, his jovial tone the same as ever.
"And ye'r an elf! But not a dark one, perhaps a woodland elf." He decided by moving his hands through the infants hair, the courly tousles were very fine, nothing like his thick mane of white hair.
"Well then... We are going to have to name ye little one. Hmmmm..." He though hard, for a fitting name.
"From this hour, on this day, ye shall be hereby known as Driz'traen Rainshade son of Det'rien Starsong." The named flowed easily from his tongue. He liked a quite a bit.
"Your life shall not be an easy one my child, I shall raise you to be the best you can be." He spoke to himself more than to Driz'traen. He will be tattooed he thought... it has always been the way of his people, tattooed in mytical shrouds. Det'rien fealt guilty, he had indeed created his own tattoo paterns, it was almost like a hobby to him. But they were of course more related to his Dark Elven heritage. Would this child be able to deal with a world that was against Dark Elves... even if he was not a partof their race? Would he be judged by his shroud? Det'rien decided the child would have to deal with it on his own time. He needed something that related him to his own people. And as Det'rien's son, he would most likely become a ranger like himself, the best Norrath had ever seen. But he would praise Karana, and Det'rien knew of a man that could teach him abot the deity of storms better than any. Oh yes, he knew. But Driz'traean would find him on his own time.
"Well my son lets get ye home, and get ye'r eyes bandaged up then." It was his decision to raise the child blindly until he was twenty-five, it would help him train his other senses to the highest they could be. He winced about the hardships the infant would go through, but revelled at the thought of how much better he would be for it.
The End of the Part One Interlude
Driz'traean is pernounced Driz'trien... I just liked the spelled better. More to come soon.
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