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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
 

Somewhat cautious, I clear my throat, then I sit in front of the wrinkly, old figure and say “My name is Haleth Anwariinya, born in Haelun'or as a twin, my brother named Haldir. Both of us are heavily interested in the politics of our beautiful nation. Our mother died as we were born, attributed to the Elves’ infertility curse. Our father held a strong belief in the racial purity of high elves, which influenced our political beliefs, though we do not go out of our way to bully high elves that are of mixed blood. Curious about the world we lived in, both of us ventured out into the world at the age of 50, hoping to discover new ideas to come back with to better the lives of our own people. 

We are now 52, and we both came back to the place we were born, hoping to become politicians in some way so that we can have direct responsibility for the place we love. Whether we earn our political roles through the arts, writing our political discoveries in books, or through another way is still to be seen.