More than a few decades ago there was a young elf who wandered the Forests of
ElvanDar, alone and with little care and concern for anything beyond food, water and a
nice view of the sky.  The young elf knew no history prior to his days among the
trees, to the point he had no knowledge of any family.  Now to most this would seem
bizarre or even lonely, but when you exist in a certain manner for enough years,
anything else would seem odd.  The elf was perfectly content hunting small game for
food and living near a small brook, which provided clean water for slaking his thirst
and keeping his body clean.  For many years he avoided contact with any other
intelligent beings, but was skilled enough to keep watch over the many who traveled
through the forest he called home.

The years passed without incident until one day while travelling further West than he
normally would, he bore witness to an attack by vicious beasts he came to know later
as Orcs.  The Orcs ambushed and slaughtered a travelling merchant caravan.  Human men,
women and even a few children were shown no mercy. Knowing he would only die if he
were to try and help, the Elf youngling was forced to stand by, feeling absolutely
helpless while the humans were cut down.  After the Orcs finished their plundering and
left the area, he came out of the trees to survey the aftermath.  Among the bodies and
discarded trash, he came upon a finely crafted bow hidden under one of the bodies.
After some more searching he located a small sword that he seemed able to swing,
albeit awkwardly.  The last item he claimed was a shovel he used to dig enough graves
for all the souls who had lost their lives that day.

Walking from the clearing, his tears finally dry, his heart full of anger and hurt, he
vowed to learn the craft of archery and combat.

He would never have to stand by and watch innocents slaughtered again.
Never again would he allow himself to feel helpless.








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