I was born, 18 years ago to my mother and father, neither of whom I know today. I was abandoned in The Eternal Library in Lareh’thilln, when I was only a few weeks old. However, I was fortunately found by a librarian, Lura Viven, a high elf much like myself, who took me into their home, caring an nurturing me. She was the mother I needed . When I was 8 years old she sat me down on her lap, tears rolling silently down her cheek. She explained how I had been found in a library and was not her own daughter. To this day I can remember the pain I felt when she told me, I spent several days weeping in my room, refusing to leave. Yet I still loved her, it was difficult for me to trust anyone from that point on. When I was sixteen, I was in the market buying bread for supper, as I had packed my satchel to leave a man with long hair and deep blue eyes bumped into me. He apologised and him, his wife and I quickly began to chat, after a while we began to notice certain similarities that we shared- from personality traits to physical ones. I didn't think anything of it until the man noticed a small birth mark on my right hand. Quickly, his smile dropped, he knew I was his daughter. Leaning over to the woman, he whispered to her about the mark. At first, she was shocked then a smile appeared on her face, stretching from ear to ear. She was astounded, whereas my father was merely disgusted. My father scolded me saying I should have died when he left me in the library so many years ago. Obviously this must have not been the story he had told my mother as to my disappearance, as she was outraged. She had loved me when my father did not. As my own father could not even bare the thought of me, I sometimes feel the need to prove myself to others, that I am worthy or good enough for them. Through this need I found my love for adventures and the thrill of quests. Now, I am 18 years old, my parents are divorced and I am now living with both my mother and Lura in a small house in Lareh’thilln, excited for my next adventure.
