The first thing I remember is being on a ship of Velulua without parents. I worked on it as soon as I was able to. At the age of 26 the ship was attacked, I was the only sole survivor. I was captured, taken and sold into slavery. My slaver, named Sean, was a kind man, never hard on me as long as a worked. He taught me to read and write and through my reading I found magic. I also found out about my history as a dark elve and how the ship i was on had seen the red mist,i also read about the Iblees' War and how Iblees wanted the world to bend to him and his rule.i never went off ship due to orders given to me by the captain to stay on the ship for a reason like washing the deck. His brother though was not as kind, he caught me sleeping and cut my up the face, scaring me. Humans don’t live as long as us and when I was 50 my slaver was old and frail. On his deathbed, he declared for me to be freed once his last breath was gone. Now free, I sought out in search of a place where I could learn magic..
