Espalina Miaralie Mistpetal Sylrion
I am the only child of a pair of famous adventurers who, from the time I was old enough to fend for myself, would leave me alone for long periods of time while they went off exploring the multiverse. Books became my trusted companions. I studied about the places my parents explored and worked to learn the lore and language of each region they visited so that I could impress them when they returned. Their homecoming was always joyous, and they never failed to bring back mysterious tomes or ancient scrolls for me to pour over and enjoy. My parents loved the life of adventuring, but they always came home to me. Until one day they didn’t. Instead of the usual pomp and fan fair that accompanied my parents when they returned home, I opened the door to the local constable who had the sad task of telling me my parents’ caravan had been attacked by marauders. Only the small trunk, which he shoved into my arms before quickly scurrying away, remained. Raw with grief, I ran into the woods still carrying the small trunk. I ran until my legs gave out and then fell sobbing to the ground. I don’t know how long I stayed in the woods alternating being crying and sleeping, but when my tears ran dry, I pulled myself up, determined to use my gift for learning to master the arts I would need to bring my parents justice. As I made my way home through the forest, I was startled by what I first thought was a wild animal. When the animal didn't immediately pounce, I dared to look up and was caught by the intense scrutiny and subtle humor of his gaze. It was the eyes that gave him away. No animal I had ever read about had clever green eyes that danced with laughter. In fact, this wild man would quickly turn from something to be feared into the best thing that ever happened to me
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