Shalaya the half-elf had helped Lynn
search for crystal shards when the god Aloquin broke free from the
Channel Crystal. But when Lynn
left and the hierarchy fell into chaos, the North
Forest
entered a period of great turmoil. Shalaya’s human relatives
from the West
Forest
begged her to come stay with them until the danger passed. She
moved to live in Nastra, the capital of the West Forest, and there
she gave birth to half-elf a son with icy blue eyes and
midnight-black hair.
He never knew his father.
Shalaya liked the North
Forest
much better than the West
Forest. She was a member of Keramis’ cave, and hoped to make her son
part of it as well. The initiation ceremony of a family cave
required all the members to agree upon what to call the child, so
Shalaya did not give him a name yet. Instead, she sent word to
Keramis to come take the boy to the
North Forest
and raise him there. Keramis promised to guard him with his life.
There was much merriment in the cave to
celebrate both Keramis’ return and the initiation of a new
member into their ranks. They named the boy Raven for his dark
hair.
In the days to come, it became obvious that Raven did not
fit in with the rest of the cave. His Nastran upbringing had made
him gentle, shy, and sensitive, and he didn’t understand the
aggressive rough play of the other children. It didn’t take long
for him to become the object of violence and ridicule from his
peers. A bastard half-breed, they called him, whose own father
wanted nothing to do with him. A pathetic Nastran outcast, who
even the weakling West Foresters couldn't find a use for. Keramis looked on with sincere empathy, for it reminded him
of his own abject childhood, but he knew that interfering would
only make things worse. One way or another, Raven would have to
learn to stand up for himself.
As the years passed, Raven grew depressed
and suicidal. Unable to rely on the compassion of his people, he
spent most of his time alone, finding comfort in the forest
itself. As dark and gloomy as it may have seemed at first, there
was a warmth about it that he felt deep inside. A sweet stillness
that cradled him like the arms of the loving mother he left
behind. He found a secluded pond overhung with weeping willows,
and spent his days sobbing bitter tears into the waters.
But he was not alone. Another was watching
him from the underbrush. An Elcorian human girl his age with
chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes. The Elcorians abhorred the
militant mentality of the North Forest, and hoped to attract
others to their cause by being an example of a peaceful society.
The girl came out of the bushes, and introduced herself as Gaisa
to the startled half-elf. She took him to visit her Elcorian
village where people were kind to him. Raven and Gaisa became best
friends, and it did wonders for his self-esteem.
The cave saw that Raven’s spirits were
on the rise and his will was unbroken. No longer a pitiful shell
of a helpless, abused kid, he was an enduring survivor, and they
respected him for that. Soon he even asked to be trained in the
martial arts, and Keramis was overjoyed. Keramis taught him
techniques and styles of many different weapons, including
short-swords, long-swords and dual wield, but Raven came to prefer
the two-handed sword.
His skills improved by
the day and his potential seemed limitless. Even Keramis, himself
the fifth rank, had to be careful around his sparring partner. The
next several bullies who picked on Raven got a thorough beating,
and nobody from the cave dared bother him again. His status as
Nastran outsider became a distant memory as the North Foresters
accepted him as one of their own. The half-elf
became the center of attention, and Keramis was struck with the
bittersweet realization that his own student would likely outshine
him in fighting prowess.