This is a series of snapshots of my character Kelyberra's life and her interesting class choice. It is going to be updated irregularly but I will try for at least once or twice a month. It acts more as a way for me to combat writer's block than anything else. So enjoy and I will try to answer question that you guys leave in the reviews.
Kelyberra hugged her knees as she quietly wept behind a rock. The night elf looked at a nearby puddle. A young woman with dark blue hair and glowing, silver eyes looked back at her. Her purple complexion didn't have a single flaw. Not a mark. The reflection mocked her, the clean skin taunting.
You're a disappointment.
You've shamed us.
The words echoed through her head. Her parents refused to give her the required blessing and thus sentencing her to a life of an outcast. Without her parents' agreement, the final act in the ritual, Kelyberra could never receive the marks which gave the women of her race acceptance. An ugly stain on nightelf tradition was what she would always be.
Smiling bitterly, she knew that she should have foreseen what would happen. After all her parents ex communicated her 100 years ago, why would they even consider helping their daughter now? The nightelf sobbed even harder. Why couldn't they accept that she was a mage? It was her calling and she loved the arcane arts dearly but her parents could never see it that way. The last straw was after… that night. The night she became a traitor but without valid proof, she couldn't be condemned. But everyone knew she did it. That she had committed a crime worth death and she was forever shunned by her peers. Yet, Kelyberra never regretted her choice but now it cost her. She had secretly hoped that with the help of the markings, she could be reemitted into society. Thinking about her loneliness only caused her to sob harder, wishing for the curse of a flawless face to lift.
Yet some god must have felt pity for the nightelf, as Kelyberra suddenly felt her mind travel across the globe. And for couple seconds, she saw him. In the city of white, gold, and red, she saw him. In purple mage robes and his auburn hair cut short but shaggy. And for one split second she looked right into his light green eyes and felt a small smile form.
"Magius? Magius!" Kerinana shouted to the blood elf man. He had just suddenly stopped mid-sentence and was staring at an empty space in the street.
"Hm?" he said as he turned back to his friend and fellow mage. For a second he could have sworn that he saw her. But there's no way? Could there be? Kerinana was looking at him, quite concerned by her friend's odd behavior.
"Sorry, I just thought I saw… an old friend, but I was mistaken. Please continue," Magius told the young woman. But for the rest of the conversation, he felt his mind drift back to the nightelf, the nightelf which he held dearer than his own life and race.
When Kelyberra returned to reality, she blinked a couple times in shock. Slowly, a gentle smile spread across her tear-streaked face. There was someone who would always accept her, without or without the markings and even if he wasn't with her physically, he would always be in her heart, supporting her every step of the way. She just needed to be reminded of him.