A melancholy feeling came over me like a wave. As my father had a look of doubt and disappointment on his face. All I could do was stand there in fear as blood dripped from his chin to my hairline. His expression soon turned to an overwhelming feel. As I felt my body turn cold as I fell to the ground, and the sound of my mothers and brothers voices surrounded me "Is he okay?" "Is he gonna be alright mama?". I couldn't really remember what happened, and though it was all a blur. Then all I remember was waking up and there was a red mark going across my face.
I grew up in Princedom a highly isolated place, but a peaceful place which I called home. As my brothers went off to train with my father. I took countless hours learning about Mali'fenn lore and The Curse of the Elves with my mother. Though my father wasn't happy about it. I always wanted to make him proud, and be the son he always wanted. I couldn't be that, and instead I like to explore and learn things about Snow Elve warriors. Though I know my father doesn't really accept me, I know other people do.
