Post by mptomlin on Mar 30, 2007 11:57:36 GMT -5
Alvar awoke to his tree top home as any other day. He awoke, took a bath, and grabbed his gear for training. As he did these actions, these being second nature by now, he started to remember his past. At one time he had been part of a nomadic tribe of humans, wondering the deserts of Sirpa, the small continent they lived on. But on the eve of his sixth year of birth they had been brutally attacked by a feral dragon. The only escape he and his mother had was to the forest, which they were forbidden to enter.
As they raced for the forest, they heard their kin dying, the screams still haunting Alvar, even now. Many days they wondered the forest, until his mother collapsed being of forty-nine years of birth. Alvar wept as his mother slowly but surely passed to the after life. Many days Alvar wondered, lucky not to have come upon any creatures that would kill him, after the wretched creatures smelled his mother's dying corpse.
As he had happened upon a small encampment of sorts. In the encampment, Alvar could smell the meats cooking and saw the weird creatures eating, laughing, some dancing. They reminded Alvar of humans, yet they could not be not with their slender build and pointed ears. Alvar waited until it seemed all of the strange "Humans" had fallen asleep to creep up and steal what he needed.
As he entered the encampment he had not noticed the being that had been tracking him since Alvar had started to watch the strange "humans."
Alvar had not a clue what happened as he woke up next to a blazing fire, the strange beings all around him. He being only six was scared to death. He stood up and tried to run but he was surrounded. Alvar being known as Cuan by his tribe, which meant "little wolf", started acting as such. He grabbed a stick and started swinging it at them. One of the beings, simply grabbed the stick and pushed him down to the ground. Most chuckled with amusement, yet one walked up and slapped the being that had pushed Alvar down. Grabbing Alvar up and soothingly talking to him, she took him to her tent and started nursing Alvar and came to be his second mother.
Her name was Kerin, and she was an elf. She raised Alvar from that day on, teaching him everything she could, including sword fighting. She even gave him his new name of Alvar, meaning "elf army" as she believed he showed the bravery of any elven army when standing up against the rest of her kin.
Now he walked to the training field to practice with his brother. His "brother" was Kerin's true son, though he had been at war when she had taken Alvar in. "Altair, ready to lose?" Alvar cried out as he saw his brother. Altair simply smirked and waited for his brother to come close enough. "Alvar, you have not won a fight against me since I returned and started training you." It was Alvar's turn to smirk. As any warrior could he had an ace up his sleave. As they started to clash swords, Alvar was already on the defense. Time the use the ace he thought to himself."Hey, is that Elanor?" His brother had fallen in love with a young elf whom he had fought beside in the wars and at that moment Altair let his guard down and Alvar won. "Never won eh?" Alvar smiled. Altair merely chuckled and let it go.
A few hours later, Alvar was hunting for meat for tonight. He had wounded a buck and had chased it all the way to a ledge, but it had disappeared. "hmmm..." Alvar thought to himself. As he cautiously moved closer to the edge of the cliff, the buck jumped out of of bush behind him trying to run away. Alvar, startled, twisted around, slipping and falling into the lake far below. He fell and fell until he hit the bottom of the lake. Being one of the best swimmers he was able to hold his breathe far longer than most.
He kicked off swimming as fast as he could to the top. As he surfaced and made it to shore, he realized he was no longer anywhere near his home, he had no clue were he was...
As they raced for the forest, they heard their kin dying, the screams still haunting Alvar, even now. Many days they wondered the forest, until his mother collapsed being of forty-nine years of birth. Alvar wept as his mother slowly but surely passed to the after life. Many days Alvar wondered, lucky not to have come upon any creatures that would kill him, after the wretched creatures smelled his mother's dying corpse.
As he had happened upon a small encampment of sorts. In the encampment, Alvar could smell the meats cooking and saw the weird creatures eating, laughing, some dancing. They reminded Alvar of humans, yet they could not be not with their slender build and pointed ears. Alvar waited until it seemed all of the strange "Humans" had fallen asleep to creep up and steal what he needed.
As he entered the encampment he had not noticed the being that had been tracking him since Alvar had started to watch the strange "humans."
Alvar had not a clue what happened as he woke up next to a blazing fire, the strange beings all around him. He being only six was scared to death. He stood up and tried to run but he was surrounded. Alvar being known as Cuan by his tribe, which meant "little wolf", started acting as such. He grabbed a stick and started swinging it at them. One of the beings, simply grabbed the stick and pushed him down to the ground. Most chuckled with amusement, yet one walked up and slapped the being that had pushed Alvar down. Grabbing Alvar up and soothingly talking to him, she took him to her tent and started nursing Alvar and came to be his second mother.
Her name was Kerin, and she was an elf. She raised Alvar from that day on, teaching him everything she could, including sword fighting. She even gave him his new name of Alvar, meaning "elf army" as she believed he showed the bravery of any elven army when standing up against the rest of her kin.
Now he walked to the training field to practice with his brother. His "brother" was Kerin's true son, though he had been at war when she had taken Alvar in. "Altair, ready to lose?" Alvar cried out as he saw his brother. Altair simply smirked and waited for his brother to come close enough. "Alvar, you have not won a fight against me since I returned and started training you." It was Alvar's turn to smirk. As any warrior could he had an ace up his sleave. As they started to clash swords, Alvar was already on the defense. Time the use the ace he thought to himself."Hey, is that Elanor?" His brother had fallen in love with a young elf whom he had fought beside in the wars and at that moment Altair let his guard down and Alvar won. "Never won eh?" Alvar smiled. Altair merely chuckled and let it go.
A few hours later, Alvar was hunting for meat for tonight. He had wounded a buck and had chased it all the way to a ledge, but it had disappeared. "hmmm..." Alvar thought to himself. As he cautiously moved closer to the edge of the cliff, the buck jumped out of of bush behind him trying to run away. Alvar, startled, twisted around, slipping and falling into the lake far below. He fell and fell until he hit the bottom of the lake. Being one of the best swimmers he was able to hold his breathe far longer than most.
He kicked off swimming as fast as he could to the top. As he surfaced and made it to shore, he realized he was no longer anywhere near his home, he had no clue were he was...