I am Ambrelle Shirak. I am an elf of the Seelie Court, from the distant realm of Sandara. And that's pretty much all I know of my past at the moment. I grew up in a small village at the edge of the Seelie Court lands, near the forest called the Green Man's Haunt. I was taugh many things by my friend Kaylar Shalafi, gods rest his soul in eternal peace. He taught me how to fight with sword, magic and honor, although I am still learning much of the magic on my own.

Now, I can bet you are wondering just what the Seelie Court is. On Sandara, the elven population is divided between the Seelie and Unseelie courts. Seelie in my language means Blessed. And the Unseelie Court is the Unblessed court, they are malign beings, evil and ruthless.. much like the drow elves of this world, except Unseelie elves can look any way. In fact, a family can have twins, and one of those elves could be Unseelie while the other Seelie.. It is a division of ethics. To learn more of Sandara, click HERE!

According to what Kaylar told me, every elf on Sandara knows his or her Destiny. He wouldn't reveal to me my destiny, but he did say something terrible about it. I fear for myself now, and avoid Kaylar's murderer, another elf of my world named Massar. Massar is an Unseelie elf. Kaylar was unsure of whether it was Massar's magic that took my memory from me, or the magic of the Sandaran Wizard-King. Whoever it was, my memory was erased from me, leaving a few scraps, a name, and the knowledge of my abilities. Even taken from me was my ability to remember from one day to the next.

Gradually, I began to regain that particular ablility, and the Winds of Fate brought me to Dragonhold. In Dragonhold, I met Kilzen Ul'Pheasier, a half-drow half-human of this world. That first night, he made a deep impression upon me, and I knew then that I was inlove with him. We fought side by side that night, against a vampire and a bounty hunter. Why they attacked, I will never know...

I left the Hold that night, swept away by the Winds of Fate, and returned only to hear tales of Kilzen's death. I felt such a profound loss, such a deepening sorrow at those tales, that I would have rather died than continue on with my life.

Gratefully, Kilzen was not truly dead... only reverted to a younger form of himself. In this form, he answers to the name Phease. I still love him, with all of my heart and soul, even though the Fates seem to keep us apart more than they keep us together. I don't worry though, because I know through all of this, Phease loves me, and I love him.. and that... that is all that matters...

But now however a new conflict has entered my life. The elven mage Massar had me for a time under his enchantment. I knew not what I did, I knew not how I acted. The entire month, maybe more, is just a foggy jumble of events. Two things stick out in my mind. One: the final battle in which Massar was killed by my friend Brak Kin.. and two: the child which shall haunt me forever.

As of Nov 3, Bane Shirak is that ghost. He is the child of Massar and myself, concieved whilst I was under geis. Bane looks more like his father than like I. His hair is soft, silvery white. His skin a pale flesh tone. His eyes are metallic silver. And I know.. just by looking at him, that he is to be the powerful mage that I shall never be.

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