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I am the sister of Axilia Marazer.  I don’t remember much, but I remember her being by my side since the beginning.  When we were young we were taking in by an old couple, humans in fact.  They told us that we were related, but by all of the books I had read in my youth, I knew it wasn’t true.  They were sweet and caring to us; they trusted us, so I trusted them.  Pappe told me stories on the porch of our house about how Axilia’s and my parents fought along side him in the war against the high elves, telling me about all of the brutal details that would scorch the lands of their wrath.  Then, Gamme would come out from around the corner of the wooden home or from through the front door to yap at him about telling me these nonsense stores.  She told Axilia and I that all of the races in each kingdom were equal, and that none were any different from the other, other than their features or color. Though, Pappe said quite the opposite.   Each story was the same each time, yet different in some way or another.  Finally, Gamme started to add on to his tall tails little by little, each better than the last.   I woke up one day to Axilia screaming per usual, her young self- a mere child -fretting about having nothing to eat whist a full pantry stand three feet from her.  Instead of fighting her though, Pappe took her and I out for the first time in forever to the market in the closest city there was: Haelun’or.  We got strange looks from the people, most were not pleasant, but I stood strong behind Axilia with my head held high and posture strong.  A young man, not too much older than we had been at the time, walked by and stuck his leg out for Axilia to fall on.  I swung her around before her hair touched the mud and kicked the boy right where the sun don’t shine.  He yelped and sadly limped away with a groan before falling to his knees once he returned to his clique of people near a stable.  Another boy who was within the group, a high elf teen, took a small stick from his mouth and spit at Pappe’s shoes, so I walked around and hid my sister behind me.  The boy looked at us, then at him.  He hissed “Half bloods” and walked away.  Luckily we didn’t stay long at the market and returned home as safely and quickly as we had come.  That night I remember having the most awful dream: I saw Axilia sinking into the deep water, bubbles leaking from her mouth, I couldn’t breath.  I gasped for air only to cough myself awake with the sight of flames and smoke all around us.  I turned over to shake my sister awake and help her to the door.  She tried opening the front door, so did I, but it was jammed and there was no way though it.  She claimed to have had an Idea and led me to the back of the house where there was a small window.  She opened it at the slightest and had me help her push it the rest of the way.  We escaped, but heard a man yell from the front followed by the neigh of his horse “Half bloods are the saints of tragedy, now burn with your unholy loved ones!” I looked at Axilia, she was exhausted, but clearly not fazed by it as she was wide eyed and terrified.  She pulled my arm and had me follow into the woods.  I shook my head- we had to go back for those who’d taken so much care of us all of these years!... but it was too late.. their screams broke the silent fire scene.  Screaming bloody murder.  I covered her ears and pushed her into the woods, our night gowns the only thing sparing us from the cold.  As we travel through the dark forest, I pray to anyone who may listen.  I pray that we find our parents.  That we find our home.