Dyvynarth

-={The tale of a wandering author}=- Virion, born close to The crown of Amathea. Not much is known about Virion's lineage. They grew up with both their parents, though peace was never found in their childhood home. their parents often fought with each other about the most silly things. They cared about their child, yes. But the constant arguments made Virion spend most of their time outside. Not that they had many friends, they are a very distant person when it comes to socializing. Often spending time alone with nature. Or walking around in the forest. Even if they were born an only child. They had a great imagination, so Virion never really found themselves bored. When they were at home though, he often wrote about his make-belief stories in a simple notebook. Their room. Often riddled in paper, ink, and other writing materials. Virion wasn’t, and still is not the most organized elf. That went on for years, until the young elf reached eighteen. After a heavy argument between Virion’s parents, Virion decided they had enough. After packing their bags, and taking some coins with them. That night without even leaving a note, They left their childhood home and everything that was known, safe, and trusted. At least, that's what Virion tells everyone.. It makes you wonder, what actually happened? Well.. At Virion's eighteen year of life, An argument broke out between Virion, and his father. they were done with their father's ethics against Virion's mother over all those years. Virion's father did not condone his child's anger against him. And thus, the elf kicked them out. Forbidding them from returning back home again. Virion never forgave their father for his actions, and with great shame for their family and what happened that night. they made up this tale, just like they did with all their other stories.