Krishna, Eladrin Bard

When the Moon shadows the Sun, the Hermit laughs…
On the day of a full Eclipse, just an hour before the moon would shadow its celestial partner, two young elven slaves were preparing for the birth of a child. While the slaves had nothing, they had been told by the elders of their group that this serendipitous event may be the boon of their entire race. At the moment of the young mothers final push, a blond child was cast in the shadow of the Eclipse.
A raucous laughter filled the air, emitted by a sly hermit. “You two cannot understand what you have brought into the world…” He said. “He is shadowed by this celestial event, and this day shall haunt you for the rest of your days…”
In the distance, the rolling thunder of an Imperial platoon approaches, seemingly to continue a common turf war with the High Elf slavers… and the Hermit continued to laugh. “Because of their gods, The Elves believe that the Eclipse represents their total victory, the Humans believe the same, and you two young kids believe that this event shall grant you some boon. You are all wrong. Only this child shall be fortunate. This… all encompassing boy.”
At this moment, the Hermit points at the circumstantial child, and in a flash the newborn elf takes on the visage of a human infant, and suddenly disappears. After the young elvish parents gnash their teeth and wail, and the Hermit receives his pleasure from the matter, he gifts them with a new child. A human, born just one minute before the Eclipse. This young boy would then be cursed by the Hermit to take the visage of an elf, similar to how his fate-tied changeling was cursed. This Human infant was a brunette, as opposed to his newly adopted Blond haired parents.
As the Hermit hobbled away, he left behind a howling battlefield, marked by the young slave family placed precariously in the center…
The Elf, raised as a Human in the Empire of Man, has turned 16. In his ghetto, he is seen as a legend because of his fortunate birth. His mother, like his father and his 7 older siblings, are all brunette. His mother even remembers giving birth to a brunette boy, yet just as the eclipse reached its peak he had suddenly became blond. The boy was named Yanan Dawud, named after his Father. He was taught carpentry, and he had the ability to fix anything he touched due to his skill, and people could swear that just being near the boy could heal them. Yanan denied all the myth surrounding him, but some of it went to his head.
Until the first night he couldn’t sleep… He sat awake for days… wracked with insomnia. He asked his Dad, and he told him to sit down and rest his eyes in meditation, and so the boy listened to his Father. He saw an eclipse behind his eyelids… he saw fire, and blood. He saw a brown haired twin… and blond Elves just a bit older than himself. Then, he saw an old Hermit. The Hermit stared him in the face, and said only one word…
Soon…
The boy opened his eyes, but suddenly he could see clearly in his dark room…
After two years of hiding newly grown pointed ears, and keeping himself from teleporting, the boy finally turned 18. At the moment the clock struck 12 AM, the boy had a vision.
The Hermit stood in front of him, holding his hands out to the young man. In his left hand, a heavenly realm of peace and harmony. In his right hand, a hellish realm, somehow worse than the current one. “A story is unfolding, boy. What path will you choose?”
The next morning, the boy walked to the market and bumped into a General by accident. Seeing the boys low station, and knowing his family, the General roughed him up. An argument ensued, leading to the boy to become so enraged that all of the latent elvish power suppressed within burst forth at once, changing the boy into a resplendent man. At once, the General called for the guard. The boy who he knew as the Human Yanan had shown his true colors, which was an unforgivable sin.
Yanan’s neighborhood did their best to understand and love their starchild, but they could only protect him for so long until the military would come to search for him. The young man had no choice but to kiss his family farewell, and to escape into the wilderness at the outskirts of the Capitol. But before he left, his Father gave him a gift that his own brother gave him once. A token from his many travels as a monk, a small flute carved by Elvish hands. With this, the young man gave his final goodbye.
After two more years had passed, and the fledgling Elf had long since run out of food, he happened across an Imperial outpost. “This is easy pickings, the guards here are always drunk!” The young man thought to himself as he clumsily teleported to within the outposts walls. Unfortunately for the inexperienced boy, he made a racket during his break-in, and the drunken guards woke up.
Among the guards was the general, freshly demoted due to his inability to catch Yanan, and he erupted in fury. The young man couldn’t escape the guards, and in his resistance he saw a vision of the Hermit…
Do not resist, boy… do you not see how this is where your story truly begins?
Do you see it…
Krishna?