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Evelyn's Story Written by: Evelyn Inamorato My name is Evelyn Inamorato. I wish to tell you the beginning of my, and my sister Elynev’s story. We are twins, born long ago in the City of Felwithe to a High Elf tailor and his jeweler wife. We had a very happy childhood growing up in the city. We swam and fished in the lake. We watched peoples of all kinds come from all the lands of Norrath (or so we thought at the time) to visit our fair city. Many were the strange peoples that came to the shop of our parents to buy the finest tailored goods and the best jewelry in the lands. We saw Dwarves and Gnomes quite often. Always we saw our cousins the half-elves and the wood-elves. Sometimes, humans would come from the far-off places of Freeport and Qeynos. Many of these would be of the Monk class. Our Father’s cured silk and our Mother’s strength enhancing jewelry brought them to our doors. Once or twice we even saw Erudites. As we grew older and began to learn some of the history of our people and the lands, we learned that all peoples did not come to Felwithe and that some were never to be welcomed there. Somehow, this saddened me and I think that it saddened Elynev as well. I know that after speaking of my sadness to my teachers and seeing their shock at what they called my blasphemy, I refrained from making any more comments about the other peoples (the so-called dark races) ever again. I would bide my time and hold my tongue. I would learn what the teachers would teach, but would form my own opinions of their teachings as I grew older. I think we were perhaps ten or eleven when terror came to our city. Some people said it was a Dark Elf came in disguise. Some people said that the Dwarf just went berserk. Whatever the reason and whatever the cause, when it was all over and the guards had killed the madman, our parents were found to be among the slain. That was the beginning of the darkest part of our lives. We had no other close family in the city. We were passed from family to family for months until a distant cousin heard of our loss and came to take us to live with him amongst the trees in the forest of Greater Faydark. Alleyn Ryderwood is a Wood-elf Druid. I know now that Tunare sent him to us to succor us so that we could heal in peace away from the place of our loss and pain. He took us to live with him in his hut among the trees near the city of Kelethin. We began to heal there among the trees and to know peace once more. Alleyn taught us of the forest and the animals. He taught us of the herbs for healing. We started being happy again, but even the forest was not to be safe for us for long. I do not know what it was. I had never seen it’s like before and I have (as yet) never seen it’s like since. It came out of the forest one day and attacked us in our hut. Our cousin tried valiantly to protect us, but could not help us. The thing nearly killed him and injured us both seriously and then it was gone. I looked around the room, and saw beds where I knew my cousin and my sister had been standing. They had somehow been transformed. I tried to go the them , but found that I could not move. I looked at myself and saw a bed as well. I hurt all over and I could feel their pain as well somehow, but I did not know what to do. So I prayed to Tunare for guidance and suddenly in hands that I could not see, I felt three threads. One was very short and the other two were not much longer. With my entire heart and soul and mind, and all prayers to Tunare, I willed these threads to quit shrinking. My prayers were answered, the shrinking stopped, and I could even feel the threads start to grow just a tiny bit longer. That was the longest night of my life. I would pray and will life back into the threads in my hand until I would drift into un-consciousness. When I would awake, I would start over again. Tunare blessed me that night with her gifts and I was able to keep my family alive. Somewhere near morning I lost consciousness for the last time and knew no more until I felt a healing hand upon mine. My wounds were no more, and I slept. When I awoke much later, before I opened my eyes, I sought the life threads of my cousin and my sister. They were whole again too, as was my thread. I happily thanked the goddess for her aid as I banished the threads, knowing that I could call them up again at any time from anywhere to check on the health of my family. I opened my eyes and looked into the steady green gaze of a Dwarf. I felt a tiny moment of fear as I remembered my parents’ deaths, but he touched my hand and I felt no more fear. This was the healer that had saved our lives. As if he could read my mind he spoke, “ No child. I did not save your lives. You and your sister did that. I only finished the healing job that *you* had already started.” “I must thank you in any case, Brother.” I replied, “For I am un-trained, and un-learned.” “I am called Leto Acumen, Sister.” He answered. “And as for training,” he smiled, “The Mother of All will provide in good time.” “My guild sister Faldiili Dreamweaver, is speaking to your sister about her part in the saving of your lives. Her illusions were still partially visible when we found you.” “Take this scroll, Sister. Open it when the time comes to choose. I hope it will help you when you start upon the road of your life’s work.” This is what he gave me, the Cleric’s guide to Norrath. They stayed with us the rest of that day and night and the next morning they went upon their way. The rest of our child-time was short. We had already had enough adventure for a lifetime. Certainly we had more adventure than most people that we knew ever saw in their lifetimes. The choosing time came. Faldilli Dreamweaver came and took Elynev away with her The goddess came to me in my dreams and told me that for Elynev’s own safety, she must remain outside the love of our goddess until the last moment of life. I grieve the loss of my sister. I can call up her life-thread to see how her health fares, but that is all. I know now that I will never see my sister again this side of death. It is our geas, and tho I do not like it, I must accept it as my Goddess has decreed. I have started my life work of healing. I have become a Cleric of Tunare, and I have joined the company of my Brother in healing Leto Acumen. Faldiili is no longer with the Children of Tunare. She left the day she came for my sister. Here, I must break off the story for now. There is more to tell, but I have only promised you the beginning. The Goddess herself is in charge of the ending, and the middle is my own to build upon. | ||
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