When I was 5 years old my mother was killed by my father's brother out of love and jealousy.
My father filled with anger and hatred avenged my mother and decided to kill his own brother, that led to my father's family being against us and executing him.
We were of high society amongst wood elves but I don't remember much of it as I was a child.
My father ran away once they sentenced his execution, of course he took me with him into the woods. We ran for a few years until I was 10, living and hiding in forests like nymphs.
Dwarves helping us along the way. It was a stressful childhood but spending every minute with my father was worth.
Until one winter when I was 9 and a half he left to get us food and never came back. I assume he is dead by now.
Left alone and unsure I decided to do what I've learned over the few years, kept hiding, not sure from what but I hid in the forests and made friends along the way.
Most of them died of old age and some got caught in orc traps, my life is filled with heart break and now I am planning on getting back onto my own feet and civilisation. I keep telling myself throughout my teenagerhood that both my parents have been killed, but the truth is I have no idea whether my father abandoned me or not. Is he dead? Is he trapped?
My father showed my his magical powers and I am yet to find out what mine are or how to use them.
I was told by him that I was chosen to change the lives of Descendants forever.
