I grew up on the edge of the Du Weldenvarden with a group of very superstitious elves. The day I was born marked my fate for the rest of my life. It was a cursed day, and anyone born on it would me marked for life. The community christened me Ruidrik, one of the darkest names in the ancient tongue. At the christening, a prophet walked up and uttered the words which stuck with me for life:
One born on a cursed day
Another born on a cursed night
Two will become one
Bound to an ancient spirit
A plague upon this land
Because of this, my family were shunned by the others, and forced to live alone.
My father wasn't happy at all because of this, and proceeded to abuse me and my mother. She pointed out that it wasn't entirely her fault, that he contributed to her pregnancy and that it wasn't her decision to give birth on such a black day, but my father only beat her up more. I didn't understand such violence, and didn't speak up for fear of my father's wrath. He slapped me, beat me up, locked me away in the dark basement, among other things, yet my mother was always there to comfort me, until one day.
We were walking in the forest, taking in the natural beauty, when I sensed my mother had become more distant and less caring toward me. I asked her what was wrong, and she said I was the cause of all the distress in her life. Had I not been born, she and her loving husband would still be living where they belong. She cursed the day I was born, and hoped I was happy with the fact that her life was ruined because of me.
I could not believe that the one person in my life who even remotely cared for me, especially my mother, could just throw me aside like unwanted trash. Momentarily stunned by this I ran, crying, to get away from such betrayal, such stupidity, such distrust…
I do not know how long I ran, but I recall dashing out of the Du Weldenvarden, crossing deep valleys and scaling jagged cliffs, all the while looking for someone who I could love and trust. After many days of constant movement, I ended up collapsing in a dark forest, exhausted and starving. I was utterly dismayed by the fact that there seemed to be no one in this world to care for me. I couldn't even find the one the prophecy spoke of, so I decided to depart for the afterlife, hoping to find resolution there.
I laid down in the roots of a great tree, calmly awaiting what was inevitable. Torrential rain poured around me, and massive arcs of lightning illuminated the sky. To the northwest I sensed the stench of death, but that didn't matter anymore. Nothing did, except the moment in which I would be released from this cruel, unforgiving world. Eventually sleep overtook me, and I fell into a state of slumber from which I hopefully would not wake up.