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Miralen's family was a moderately wealthy family when it came to money and riches. They were raised in the Silver city of Taliyu'lin. They had no reason to run from home at a man's glance--but the closer one looked at the elves and their family life, the more unraveled and fell to the ground. The family was falling apart from the inside; they always had been. This wasn't new. yelling, screaming, shouting at siblings that did nothing wrong, physical violence when unneeded.
Being the eldest of the house at the ripe age of 17, Miralen was subjected to the worst of it. They were quiet and naive, which just made them easier to hit and bash around without mercy. They never complained. never stuck up for themselves. they were too scared to; that's what the family thought. too scared to stand up and hit back, like the other, more determined younger siblings. Until they couldn't take it anymore. the bruises were too purple. the cuts were too deep. it was too much. So Miralen ran from the family. They've been travelling ever since, on the road constantly. They've never wanted to return, but they can only hope their siblings do the same that they did.
