Post by Demitrios on Sept 21, 2009 18:04:48 GMT -5
On a calm evening some twenty-eight years ago, Demitrios Evenbough was born in the town of Auberdine. His father, Kardant, was an experienced crafter of trinkets, jewelry, and other such related items; his mother, Sarassa, was an aspiring priestess of Elune. His arrival was highly welcomed, him being their first child after having tried for some length of time. The soft glow of his amber eyes was noted but not doted on--Kardant had some druidic lineage in him from his grandfather, so they reasoned, perhaps rightfully so, that his eyes were a result of that, and not of some hidden destiny of greatness.
The first dozen years of his life were on par with other children of his kind: after being old enough to walk and speak, he was sent to spend most of his time learning within a peer-group of four other children his age from around the small city. Given that the population of Auberdine was, at this time, so small, his learning group was equally less sizable than one might have been in a place like Astranaar. The group was kept together almost at all times and was taken care of in turns by a number of families, including those who did not have a child in that group.
Early in his thirteenth year, he found himself needing to spend more time at home and less with his circle of peers and friends. His mother was halfway through a second pregnancy, and his presence was requested to help with maintaining the household as his father worked. Although he still committed himself to his studies, Demitrios learned at this point the basic necessities of maintaining a house. It was exhaustively boring work, but, as his mother pointed out to him, necessary nonetheless and perhaps one day useful.
After his baby sister, Arralyn, was born, Demitrios's parents decided that he might as well continue spending the extra time at home, shifting his focus from housework to becoming an apprentice of sorts to his father. The art did not come naturally to him at first, and he often found himself spending much time learning the very basic methods of crafting and cutting. His father never faulted him for it, though, and always tried to encourage his son along, attempting to share his own wealth of knowledge as well as he could. By the time he turned twenty, Demitrios had become fairly proficient with the practice, although he now often spent time alone to focus on learning new techniques in hope of making up for his apparent deficiency with the trade.
Years later, everything changed with the coming of the Third War and its monumental aftereffects. Kardant stayed at home to act as a member of the forward guard against any sneak attacks on their city and to craft enchanted amulets and trinkets that would aid the Sentinels in battle, while Sarassa traveled to the front lines in a contingent under one of the elder Sisters to aid in the battles directly. Demitri found himself with hardly any time to study, as he was often either joining his father with some project or helping out around the temporarily reduced community.
Then, one day, it happened, and the war struck home. As he had finally found a quiet moment to rest and read, a wave of sickness rushed through him as he felt as if his spirit was being torn from him. He doubled over, clutching his stomach, and then it stopped. Dazed, he stood up and looked around, trying to regain his bearings, but a few moments later an explosion of noise and energy sounded far to the east, high in the mountains, near Mount Hyjal and Nordrassil. Later that day, a meeting was held and one of the elders who had communed with those at Hyjal explained what had happened. Nordrassil was destroyed, and the Night Elves were no longer immortal.
Demitrios did not quite know how to react. He was not old enough to really appreciate the gift that had been taken away, which both helped and hurt him. On one hand, it was consoling to not have fully experienced such agelessness and then to lose it; on the other, it was devastating to know that his life was now ticking away, just like any other creature. He knew that elves had naturally long lives, which alleviated this concern some, but he could not help by dwell on it for a number of days, eventually giving up on it when he could only accept the fact that no answer or comfort could be derived from thinking on it so much. The only way to resolve it would be to deal with it when it came.
A little less than a month later, the deployed citizens of Auberdine returned. Sarassa and a number of others had survived, but an almost equal number had died. Mourning, remembrances, and celebrations of those who had fallen to protect Elune's land and people were held, and eventually the city returned to what was the closest state of normal it could.
After that, things seemed to take on a rapid pace. News came of the druids planting a new world tree, Teldrassil, and of its developments. Within a year, a city was built in the tree's great boughs and was named Darnassus, and it became the new capital of the night elve. An appointment came for Sarassa be admitted as a proper member of the Sisters of Elune, and Demitrios and his family moved to Darnassus so that his mother could better serve within the order.
The move to Darnassus did not bother Demitrios so much. A couple of his friends had moved from Auberdine to there as well and he promised to keep in contact as well as he could with those who didn't. His communal peer-group was officially finished; by now, the members were all old enough to become involved in focused training under masters of whatever they were interested in.
Demitrios decided to continue to learn the craft of gems and jewels, realizing that it would be pointless to start over with something else, and for a few months, he did. One day, though, Sarassa came home with a surprising piece of news: the Sisters were now allowing men to become priests of Elune. Given her son's penchant for studying and learning, she thought that Demitri may be interested in the opportunity, which he readily was.
The ensuing discussion with his father went smoothly enough, although Kardant refused to give his blessings, as being the master he was apprenticing under, until Demitri promised that he would continue practicing his jewelcrafting alongside his other studies, a condition to which he agreed. Afterward, Demitrios returned to his mother and she brought him to the Temple of Elune, beginning the long process of his entering into the priesthood.
As with any other discipline in the night elf society, becoming a priest was not something that could be done overnight. Before one could even be properly called a priestess or priest of Elune, extensive studying and training had to be conducted. Unlike jewelcrafting, though, the ways of a priest came naturally to Demitri, and he found himself moving quickly through his lessons. His days were spent with a couple hours in the morning being devoted toward his crafting and then the rest of the day spent at the Temple or reading elsewhere in the city on his own. One of his favorite things about the practices prescribed by the Temple was the fair amount of time he was allowed to study alone in some out-of-the-way grove underneath a high-branched tree, the hours passing by as he lost himself in the text in front of him. His sister, Arralyn, joined him at times in his studying. Their parents were also pushing her gently toward becoming a priestess and, as such, encouraged her to join him as often as he allowed so she could be exposed in full to the lessons he was learning.
As the next few years passed, he continued to better learn and understand what it meant to be a servant of Elune. Two years into it, as he was fast approaching the point of official induction into the priesthood, he was chosen to serve as a guide and caretaker of a visiting human ambassador priestess. Although there were a number of ambassadors and diplomats in the group, this priestess was one of its younger members, and Sarassa thought it would be an appropriate test to see how well Demitrios could represent them.
In the few weeks that she was in Darnassus, the priestess and Demitri became good friends, each learning a number of things from the other as they spent time discussing life, the Light, Elune, and numerous other subjects. When she departed for Stormwind weeks later, she left a shining report, praising the elf for his company while staying in the city, much to the approval of the Sisters. Demitri and her kept in touch for some time afterward but lost contact when she was sent to some remote region of the eastern continent.
Another year passed, and there was mention by one of Demitrios's teachers that he would soon be ready to be inducted into the priesthood officially; although he knew his learning would still be far from over, the idea of being able to call himself a priest of Elune excited him greatly. All the more eager to prepare himself, he began reading even more, trying to search for unfamiliar texts to better acquaint himself with any teachings he may have missed. He had never been told what, exactly, was entailed in the process, but he very much wanted to be ready for anything they would put before him.
One day, a few months ago, while searching through the back of one of the Temple libraries, he came across a large, dusty tome lodged tightly into a row of books of differing sizes. Pulling it out and cleaning it off, he found it to be a black leather-bound book titled, "The Art of Shadow". Excitement coursed through him as he felt along the spine, making sure it was on condition to use, and then opened it up. He had been taught very little in the way of shadow magic; what little he did know was all minor self-defense spells. If he read this, he reasoned, it would likely give him enough of a grasp on it to be ready for any shadow-related topic the test would delve in to.
Closing it and picking it up carefully, he took it out of the temple and hurriedly went to a nearby, quiet spot. Opening it back up, he started into the text and read through, committing everything he could to memory. After a couple hours, he set the book aside and decided to try some of the magic himself. Standing up, he moved away from the tree he had been leaning against and began to recite some of the words from the book.
Surprisingly, the previously weak spells he already knew felt much more powerful now that he understood the means behind them, and the new spells allowed him to bend and shape waves of shadow at will. The magic flowed between his hands as he practiced it in the empty air in front of him, happy with himself that he was able to control this more dangerous side of a priest's magic so well. Shadow magic was little encouraged in the teachings of the temple but it was also said that Elune did not look down on its use when required.
After perhaps half an hour of practice, he went back to the book, closed it up and returned it to the temple, content that he could handle that topic well enough.
Unknown to him, though, was that while he had been practicing, Arralyn had come by, having been sent by her mother to see if she could study again with her older brother. When she arrived at the spot in which he often shared his lessons with her, she saw him standing at profile, dark energy flowing out and dancing about in front of her brother, moving at the flick of his fingers. She stood and watched, not making a noise, simply entranced by this unfamiliar magic he was wielding. After a while, she turned and ran off, excited to share what she had seen.
The first person Arralyn came to was one of her cousins, a girl a bit older than her but one who was always very nice despite the age difference. She quickly went on about how she saw Demitri bending and forming the shadows in front of him and of the shapes she saw. The cousin, not at all involved with the priesthood or its magic herself, simply nodded and smiled, asking more about what it was like until Arralyn had finished and then left to deal with some errands, her allotted study time finished for the time being.
Later that day, the cousin came across her father and, over the course of conversation, mentioned what Arralyn had said. She told him how cousin Demitri was apparently doing something with shadows and able to make magic forms with them, that in some cases almost looked like the silhouettes of people and other shapes. After that, her father spoke to his wife about it, somewhat concerned about what their daughter had mentioned. He said that apparently Demitrios was about to manipulate dark magics now and could create shades and wells of shadows.
A highly worrisome and exaggerating person, the woman went to speak with her brother, to tell him about how Demitri was toying with fel magics and that her daughter had very much seen him summoning things out of a portal of some sort. Shocked, the brother went to speak with their brother, Kardant, and told him that Demitri was summoning demons from the Nether instead of committing to his studies. Highly surprised by his words, he went straight to the Temple and found his wife, pulling her aside and telling her what his family had seen.
Sarassa was shocked. She knew her son was young, but she hadn't thought he was so foolish. Arcane and fel magics were forbidden to be practiced, and no mercy would be given for such an action, especially not now, only a few years after those very demons had led to devastation for their people. The two quickly walked back to their home, speaking in hushed tones, discussing what to do. Eventually, they concluded that they would have to banish him from the family. As harsh as it seemed, their family name would be disgraced if his actions were found out and, they reasoned, perhaps the banishment would allow him to save himself when he realized the consequences of his actions.
Demitrios returned home to a locked door. After knocking on it a number times, it eventually opened, revealing both of his parents barring the doorway. Quickly reciting the speech they had spent the past hours painfully practicing, they removed him from the Evenbough family and stated he was now no longer one they, or any of the other family, could speak to. He wasn't able to get a word in before they slammed the door in his face.
At first, he thought they were joking, but after five, ten, fifteen minutes passed, the slow weight of it crashed onto him. He immediately began slamming himself against the door, wanting to know why they would do such a thing and what he had done wrong. Hours into the night he did this, until his body could not possibly continue on. The door remained closed.
Demitrios spent the next day trying to speak to a few of his cousins, uncles, and aunts. None of them responded kindly. They all quickly walked away from him or simply averted their eyes. One told him to leave before he brought misfortune on them.
Realizing the fruitlessness of it, he went to the Temple to pray to Elune. He wanted to ask if one of the priestesses knew but the shame was too great. Being removed from his family was not something he wanted everyone to know, and, given that none of the other priestesses and priests spoke to him of anything other than his studies, he came to assume that his family felt the same. In a way, that fact made it even worse; it was a private matter, and if he took it to the public sector, any hope for redemption would be lost.
Deciding it may be best to get away from Darnassus to clear his head and think, he gathered his belongings from his storage area of the Temple and then set off on the boat back to his home city of Auberdine. Although he found it a much more activate area than when he left it, he was able to track down one of his childhood friends. The family gladly offered him shelter, his pretext for being there as being part of his training, to go out into the field and practice his lessons outside of the safe haven of Darnassus. They accepted his reason without question.
For the next month, he sent a letter every day to his family in Darnassus, and every day there was no letter in reply. At the beginning of the second month of his exile, a curiously weighted package arrived in the mail addressed to him, sent by one of his uncles. Eagerly, he opened the package, hoping for some explanation for this suffering. Inside he found a large bag of gold and a letter attached, which read,
"Demitrios,
Stop sending your letters. Every one of them only pains your parents more and more. Please stop trying to engage them in whatever despicable misdeeds you have involved yourself in, for all of our sakes. Do not bring your transgressions to their doorstep any more.
Please... take this gold and head elsewhere. Use it to start a new life for yourself, but leave your parents out of it.
Do not respond to this letter.
May the winds find you a favorable shore,
Jaroth Evenbough."
Bitterness welled up inside of Demitrios as he read the letter. "Fine," he whispered. If they wanted nothing of him, he wanted nothing of them. With that, he grabbed the bag of gold and quickly went to the guest room, placing his belongings haphazardly into his traveling pack. Returning to Darnassus then would only cause more strife; the only place he could think of to go was Stormwind. He went to the family of the house and thanked them graciously, excusing himself because his next area of study was apparently far away in the Human's capital city and promising he would repay their kindness in any way he could in the future.
Once out of sight of the house, he broke out into a half-run up to the docks and toward where the ship to Stormwind would be arriving. Arriving at the empty pier, he placed his pack on the ground and sat, trying to calm himself for when the ship would dock in a few hours. Thoughts whirled through his mind as he tried to reconcile everything that had happening. In the end, he came to the same conclusion that he had when he had been troubled over the loss of immortality: thinking on it would solve nothing, all he could do would be to push on and take what may come. It did nothing to contain his bitterness toward his family, but it did allow his mind to clear enough to step onto the boat with a neutral face.
Stepping off the boat, he made his way to the nearest inn. As the innkeeper took down his information, he hesitated slightly at the question of his name. Thinking quickly, he thought of a name at random. Content with how it sounded, he shook his head lightly and gained a small smile. "Sorry, I'm a bit tired from the traveling. My name is Del'onar... Demitrios Del'onar."
((And there we go! Thank you for reading. I've been agonizing over the details for a while now, but have just decided to toss it out there and hope it all makes sense. Critiques and suggestions are very welcome. I'm unsure on some of the details, particularly regarding night elf society and the history.
Sorry for it being so long and boring. Here:
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The first dozen years of his life were on par with other children of his kind: after being old enough to walk and speak, he was sent to spend most of his time learning within a peer-group of four other children his age from around the small city. Given that the population of Auberdine was, at this time, so small, his learning group was equally less sizable than one might have been in a place like Astranaar. The group was kept together almost at all times and was taken care of in turns by a number of families, including those who did not have a child in that group.
Early in his thirteenth year, he found himself needing to spend more time at home and less with his circle of peers and friends. His mother was halfway through a second pregnancy, and his presence was requested to help with maintaining the household as his father worked. Although he still committed himself to his studies, Demitrios learned at this point the basic necessities of maintaining a house. It was exhaustively boring work, but, as his mother pointed out to him, necessary nonetheless and perhaps one day useful.
After his baby sister, Arralyn, was born, Demitrios's parents decided that he might as well continue spending the extra time at home, shifting his focus from housework to becoming an apprentice of sorts to his father. The art did not come naturally to him at first, and he often found himself spending much time learning the very basic methods of crafting and cutting. His father never faulted him for it, though, and always tried to encourage his son along, attempting to share his own wealth of knowledge as well as he could. By the time he turned twenty, Demitrios had become fairly proficient with the practice, although he now often spent time alone to focus on learning new techniques in hope of making up for his apparent deficiency with the trade.
Years later, everything changed with the coming of the Third War and its monumental aftereffects. Kardant stayed at home to act as a member of the forward guard against any sneak attacks on their city and to craft enchanted amulets and trinkets that would aid the Sentinels in battle, while Sarassa traveled to the front lines in a contingent under one of the elder Sisters to aid in the battles directly. Demitri found himself with hardly any time to study, as he was often either joining his father with some project or helping out around the temporarily reduced community.
Then, one day, it happened, and the war struck home. As he had finally found a quiet moment to rest and read, a wave of sickness rushed through him as he felt as if his spirit was being torn from him. He doubled over, clutching his stomach, and then it stopped. Dazed, he stood up and looked around, trying to regain his bearings, but a few moments later an explosion of noise and energy sounded far to the east, high in the mountains, near Mount Hyjal and Nordrassil. Later that day, a meeting was held and one of the elders who had communed with those at Hyjal explained what had happened. Nordrassil was destroyed, and the Night Elves were no longer immortal.
Demitrios did not quite know how to react. He was not old enough to really appreciate the gift that had been taken away, which both helped and hurt him. On one hand, it was consoling to not have fully experienced such agelessness and then to lose it; on the other, it was devastating to know that his life was now ticking away, just like any other creature. He knew that elves had naturally long lives, which alleviated this concern some, but he could not help by dwell on it for a number of days, eventually giving up on it when he could only accept the fact that no answer or comfort could be derived from thinking on it so much. The only way to resolve it would be to deal with it when it came.
A little less than a month later, the deployed citizens of Auberdine returned. Sarassa and a number of others had survived, but an almost equal number had died. Mourning, remembrances, and celebrations of those who had fallen to protect Elune's land and people were held, and eventually the city returned to what was the closest state of normal it could.
After that, things seemed to take on a rapid pace. News came of the druids planting a new world tree, Teldrassil, and of its developments. Within a year, a city was built in the tree's great boughs and was named Darnassus, and it became the new capital of the night elve. An appointment came for Sarassa be admitted as a proper member of the Sisters of Elune, and Demitrios and his family moved to Darnassus so that his mother could better serve within the order.
The move to Darnassus did not bother Demitrios so much. A couple of his friends had moved from Auberdine to there as well and he promised to keep in contact as well as he could with those who didn't. His communal peer-group was officially finished; by now, the members were all old enough to become involved in focused training under masters of whatever they were interested in.
Demitrios decided to continue to learn the craft of gems and jewels, realizing that it would be pointless to start over with something else, and for a few months, he did. One day, though, Sarassa came home with a surprising piece of news: the Sisters were now allowing men to become priests of Elune. Given her son's penchant for studying and learning, she thought that Demitri may be interested in the opportunity, which he readily was.
The ensuing discussion with his father went smoothly enough, although Kardant refused to give his blessings, as being the master he was apprenticing under, until Demitri promised that he would continue practicing his jewelcrafting alongside his other studies, a condition to which he agreed. Afterward, Demitrios returned to his mother and she brought him to the Temple of Elune, beginning the long process of his entering into the priesthood.
As with any other discipline in the night elf society, becoming a priest was not something that could be done overnight. Before one could even be properly called a priestess or priest of Elune, extensive studying and training had to be conducted. Unlike jewelcrafting, though, the ways of a priest came naturally to Demitri, and he found himself moving quickly through his lessons. His days were spent with a couple hours in the morning being devoted toward his crafting and then the rest of the day spent at the Temple or reading elsewhere in the city on his own. One of his favorite things about the practices prescribed by the Temple was the fair amount of time he was allowed to study alone in some out-of-the-way grove underneath a high-branched tree, the hours passing by as he lost himself in the text in front of him. His sister, Arralyn, joined him at times in his studying. Their parents were also pushing her gently toward becoming a priestess and, as such, encouraged her to join him as often as he allowed so she could be exposed in full to the lessons he was learning.
As the next few years passed, he continued to better learn and understand what it meant to be a servant of Elune. Two years into it, as he was fast approaching the point of official induction into the priesthood, he was chosen to serve as a guide and caretaker of a visiting human ambassador priestess. Although there were a number of ambassadors and diplomats in the group, this priestess was one of its younger members, and Sarassa thought it would be an appropriate test to see how well Demitrios could represent them.
In the few weeks that she was in Darnassus, the priestess and Demitri became good friends, each learning a number of things from the other as they spent time discussing life, the Light, Elune, and numerous other subjects. When she departed for Stormwind weeks later, she left a shining report, praising the elf for his company while staying in the city, much to the approval of the Sisters. Demitri and her kept in touch for some time afterward but lost contact when she was sent to some remote region of the eastern continent.
Another year passed, and there was mention by one of Demitrios's teachers that he would soon be ready to be inducted into the priesthood officially; although he knew his learning would still be far from over, the idea of being able to call himself a priest of Elune excited him greatly. All the more eager to prepare himself, he began reading even more, trying to search for unfamiliar texts to better acquaint himself with any teachings he may have missed. He had never been told what, exactly, was entailed in the process, but he very much wanted to be ready for anything they would put before him.
One day, a few months ago, while searching through the back of one of the Temple libraries, he came across a large, dusty tome lodged tightly into a row of books of differing sizes. Pulling it out and cleaning it off, he found it to be a black leather-bound book titled, "The Art of Shadow". Excitement coursed through him as he felt along the spine, making sure it was on condition to use, and then opened it up. He had been taught very little in the way of shadow magic; what little he did know was all minor self-defense spells. If he read this, he reasoned, it would likely give him enough of a grasp on it to be ready for any shadow-related topic the test would delve in to.
Closing it and picking it up carefully, he took it out of the temple and hurriedly went to a nearby, quiet spot. Opening it back up, he started into the text and read through, committing everything he could to memory. After a couple hours, he set the book aside and decided to try some of the magic himself. Standing up, he moved away from the tree he had been leaning against and began to recite some of the words from the book.
Surprisingly, the previously weak spells he already knew felt much more powerful now that he understood the means behind them, and the new spells allowed him to bend and shape waves of shadow at will. The magic flowed between his hands as he practiced it in the empty air in front of him, happy with himself that he was able to control this more dangerous side of a priest's magic so well. Shadow magic was little encouraged in the teachings of the temple but it was also said that Elune did not look down on its use when required.
After perhaps half an hour of practice, he went back to the book, closed it up and returned it to the temple, content that he could handle that topic well enough.
Unknown to him, though, was that while he had been practicing, Arralyn had come by, having been sent by her mother to see if she could study again with her older brother. When she arrived at the spot in which he often shared his lessons with her, she saw him standing at profile, dark energy flowing out and dancing about in front of her brother, moving at the flick of his fingers. She stood and watched, not making a noise, simply entranced by this unfamiliar magic he was wielding. After a while, she turned and ran off, excited to share what she had seen.
The first person Arralyn came to was one of her cousins, a girl a bit older than her but one who was always very nice despite the age difference. She quickly went on about how she saw Demitri bending and forming the shadows in front of him and of the shapes she saw. The cousin, not at all involved with the priesthood or its magic herself, simply nodded and smiled, asking more about what it was like until Arralyn had finished and then left to deal with some errands, her allotted study time finished for the time being.
Later that day, the cousin came across her father and, over the course of conversation, mentioned what Arralyn had said. She told him how cousin Demitri was apparently doing something with shadows and able to make magic forms with them, that in some cases almost looked like the silhouettes of people and other shapes. After that, her father spoke to his wife about it, somewhat concerned about what their daughter had mentioned. He said that apparently Demitrios was about to manipulate dark magics now and could create shades and wells of shadows.
A highly worrisome and exaggerating person, the woman went to speak with her brother, to tell him about how Demitri was toying with fel magics and that her daughter had very much seen him summoning things out of a portal of some sort. Shocked, the brother went to speak with their brother, Kardant, and told him that Demitri was summoning demons from the Nether instead of committing to his studies. Highly surprised by his words, he went straight to the Temple and found his wife, pulling her aside and telling her what his family had seen.
Sarassa was shocked. She knew her son was young, but she hadn't thought he was so foolish. Arcane and fel magics were forbidden to be practiced, and no mercy would be given for such an action, especially not now, only a few years after those very demons had led to devastation for their people. The two quickly walked back to their home, speaking in hushed tones, discussing what to do. Eventually, they concluded that they would have to banish him from the family. As harsh as it seemed, their family name would be disgraced if his actions were found out and, they reasoned, perhaps the banishment would allow him to save himself when he realized the consequences of his actions.
Demitrios returned home to a locked door. After knocking on it a number times, it eventually opened, revealing both of his parents barring the doorway. Quickly reciting the speech they had spent the past hours painfully practicing, they removed him from the Evenbough family and stated he was now no longer one they, or any of the other family, could speak to. He wasn't able to get a word in before they slammed the door in his face.
At first, he thought they were joking, but after five, ten, fifteen minutes passed, the slow weight of it crashed onto him. He immediately began slamming himself against the door, wanting to know why they would do such a thing and what he had done wrong. Hours into the night he did this, until his body could not possibly continue on. The door remained closed.
Demitrios spent the next day trying to speak to a few of his cousins, uncles, and aunts. None of them responded kindly. They all quickly walked away from him or simply averted their eyes. One told him to leave before he brought misfortune on them.
Realizing the fruitlessness of it, he went to the Temple to pray to Elune. He wanted to ask if one of the priestesses knew but the shame was too great. Being removed from his family was not something he wanted everyone to know, and, given that none of the other priestesses and priests spoke to him of anything other than his studies, he came to assume that his family felt the same. In a way, that fact made it even worse; it was a private matter, and if he took it to the public sector, any hope for redemption would be lost.
Deciding it may be best to get away from Darnassus to clear his head and think, he gathered his belongings from his storage area of the Temple and then set off on the boat back to his home city of Auberdine. Although he found it a much more activate area than when he left it, he was able to track down one of his childhood friends. The family gladly offered him shelter, his pretext for being there as being part of his training, to go out into the field and practice his lessons outside of the safe haven of Darnassus. They accepted his reason without question.
For the next month, he sent a letter every day to his family in Darnassus, and every day there was no letter in reply. At the beginning of the second month of his exile, a curiously weighted package arrived in the mail addressed to him, sent by one of his uncles. Eagerly, he opened the package, hoping for some explanation for this suffering. Inside he found a large bag of gold and a letter attached, which read,
"Demitrios,
Stop sending your letters. Every one of them only pains your parents more and more. Please stop trying to engage them in whatever despicable misdeeds you have involved yourself in, for all of our sakes. Do not bring your transgressions to their doorstep any more.
Please... take this gold and head elsewhere. Use it to start a new life for yourself, but leave your parents out of it.
Do not respond to this letter.
May the winds find you a favorable shore,
Jaroth Evenbough."
Bitterness welled up inside of Demitrios as he read the letter. "Fine," he whispered. If they wanted nothing of him, he wanted nothing of them. With that, he grabbed the bag of gold and quickly went to the guest room, placing his belongings haphazardly into his traveling pack. Returning to Darnassus then would only cause more strife; the only place he could think of to go was Stormwind. He went to the family of the house and thanked them graciously, excusing himself because his next area of study was apparently far away in the Human's capital city and promising he would repay their kindness in any way he could in the future.
Once out of sight of the house, he broke out into a half-run up to the docks and toward where the ship to Stormwind would be arriving. Arriving at the empty pier, he placed his pack on the ground and sat, trying to calm himself for when the ship would dock in a few hours. Thoughts whirled through his mind as he tried to reconcile everything that had happening. In the end, he came to the same conclusion that he had when he had been troubled over the loss of immortality: thinking on it would solve nothing, all he could do would be to push on and take what may come. It did nothing to contain his bitterness toward his family, but it did allow his mind to clear enough to step onto the boat with a neutral face.
Stepping off the boat, he made his way to the nearest inn. As the innkeeper took down his information, he hesitated slightly at the question of his name. Thinking quickly, he thought of a name at random. Content with how it sounded, he shook his head lightly and gained a small smile. "Sorry, I'm a bit tired from the traveling. My name is Del'onar... Demitrios Del'onar."
((And there we go! Thank you for reading. I've been agonizing over the details for a while now, but have just decided to toss it out there and hope it all makes sense. Critiques and suggestions are very welcome. I'm unsure on some of the details, particularly regarding night elf society and the history.
Sorry for it being so long and boring. Here:
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Founded April 26, 2005