His mother and father. Both names of strong. Silyne and Zith. Separated from the main group of dark elves they lived further, alone in a cave to raise there only child. A son, to be named after the winds and light simply. Trained with a bow, widdled his own arrows forged his own dagger threw a very slow.. and unclean way. he trained and trained, hunted, and fought off any predictors. learned the art of stealth to hid when travelers came too close. not wanting to have blood on his sons hands just yet he kepted them clean by killing those who were too close for comfort to there home. To speak in common to his parents, and to hone his skills to the mastery that his father learned. Finally of age, with the finest bow hes crafted yet. with 2 pouches of arrors and a light bag to carry what he needs. he left at night leaving his parents at the door who gave him a smile threw tears. He the boy of wind and smoke smiled back. unable to cry for he didnt know how. to begin his adventure he must seek friends. seek mastery. seek, people and there eyes so sharp it pierces his soul.
