Nicegirl08

my mother, a high elf, first married a human. I never knew him because he died a little while later. Because of this, my mother was disgraced, exiled from the land. She married a wood elf a little while later, who was my father, but you can’t tell. I look nothing like him. When I turned 13 a disease came, first it took my father, then soon after, my mother. I had felt like the newly long-lived elves, looking at their still-born children. Food was scarce where we lived, (That's why I suffered from malnourishment) but my parents always found a way to keep getting food. They taught me a little on how to get my own food, but not enough, but I was able to get enough to stay alive. i often felt like i was fighting in the great war, not winning not losing. A few times I found friends, but they were not true, one found out I was an exile, another found out I was mixed blood, one just wanted to take my food and anything else I had that was useful. now I finally set off from the only place I had ever called home, and it wasn’t even much of a home. I wish I could be like Taynei, the dragaar, and have a clear path and purpose, but alas, my future is etched with mystery.