Kielon's bio

[Kielon]

The mossy ground felt as if it could substitute for the plush carpets he had alway imagined. The young elfling moved through the forest gracefully, quietly as the day waned and the evening became as inevitable as the next heartbeat. The forest had been his home, his life, all he had known, and all he had cared about. the shirked chores his mother had laid before him that morning were a long distant memory. This time was for the forest.

Alive with the very essence of the animals that inhabited it, the deep connection he felt for this place ran almost as deep as the love he had for his own family. Unable to explain it, his parents just stood by and allowed his whim to be freely explored.

A soft breath of a voice, delivered by the very wind that softly grazed his cheek, beckoned him back home, called him to his mundane life of parents and responsibilities. His mother was calling for him; she had been for what seemed like an eternity. Ignored until this moment, the elfling turned to heed the call.

Walking slowly down the path troddened by his own boots over many a sojourn to this beloved place, a gentle voice called to him. Jolting to the sound of a voice that was not his mother's, the elfling turned to peer into the ever darkening forest. No manner of creature stirred in the dusk that had set; no female could be seen to deliver the sounds that had tormented his elongated ears.

A worry set over his features, and the young elfling turned his back to his forest.

"Coming Mother!" he called in the ancient tongue, and began a rush back to his home and to his mundane life.

[Kielon]

High above the forest, on a rocky outcropping, a large black cat sits basking in the evening sun. He has been to this perch many times, peering over the young elf-boy so frequently playing young elf-boy games amongst the monsterous trees far below.

The powerful cat's ears catch the first of the elf's mother's calls for the boy to return, and he begins to stir. Stretching one final time, the cat meticulously starts the descent to the forest below.

[Celera]

((A very intriguing beginning -- I'm looking forward to the next chapters ))

[Windfoot]

((Great start. Good to have another writer!))

[Kielon]

The crystal blue lake was as clear as the sky above, but there was no solace in the peaceful woodland scene. The young elfling sat, deep in thought over the voices the previous night. He could not understand; was someone following him?; was the forest speaking to him? There was no answer that would bring the peace he sought. With a sigh, the elfling began to remove his clothes to attempt enjoyment of the calm lake splayed out before him.

As he stepped the first bone-chilling step in the water, a sudden sound made his thoughts jolt to the present. A quick but thorough scan of the forest revealed no source for the sound, so the elfling dismissed it and went back to his bathing.

[Kielon]

The powerful dark figure moved silently through the forest, making hardly a sound as he prowled along the forest's shared border with the lake area. He noticed the young elfling deep in thought, and the expected presence intrigued the beast. A quick step to the left produced a crack of a branch, an unwanted intruder of sound in the sea of tranquility that had be established by the moments before. The cat instinctively began his characteristic prowl, attempting at all costs to avoid detection. The elf-boy, obviously aware of the sound, turned quickly and surveyed the area, but finding nothing, returned to his play.

Relief seemed to overtake the beast, as hecame out of his prowl and carefully moved to take a better vantage point, continuing his observation of the boy.

[Heng Arikana]

((excellent!))

[Emizael]

I dig this style! (( steals more ideas ))

Good job, Kielon. Can't wait to read more!

[Kielon]

The brisk but refreshing water of the crystal lake did little to ease the elfling's mind. He had much to think about, much to consider and had little time for recreation and even less for the bathing that was currently occupying his body.

With a resigned look that betrayed his dismay, he moved towards his clothing lying on the beach of the lake. Bending down to pick up the earth-stained garments, a strange sight caught the corner of his eye. Scanning the forest again for what has undoubtedly been present yet elusive since he arrived at the lake, a sense of dread began to fill his mind.

A sinking feeling developed in the pit of his stomach.

A quick attempt to put on his breeches only worsened the panic welling from the pit of his soul. Stumbling, bumbling, the elf finally was able to succeed in getting partially dressed when he decided that a quickened pace to his humble dwelling was the correct course, and the course he soon followed. He took the remainder of his garments into his arms and began walking briskly back from whence he came.

His heart was beating fast . . . so fast.

As he entered the shelter of the forest canopy, he noticed nothing, but sensed everything. The forest path began to elongate as the elf fought to control his welling terror.

His legs began to feel weak and tired.

The sense of dread was unstoppable, unmistakable . . . palpable. A snap of a twig boomed through the forest, seeming to reverberate through the powerful trees in his mind. A quick glance back revealed a powerful black beast prowling 20 yards behind.

The edges of his vision began to gray.

Turning away from the beast, the elfling tried to run, but succeeded in stumbling to the ground. Panting, exhausted, the elf fell to his knees.

An enchanted being appeared in a vision. Through his graying vision, an angel appeared. Walking slowly in a halo of light, all sound ceased. The deathly quiet that had befallen the forest did not concern the elfling at this point; nothing did. An angel had come to take him.

“Sleep,” came the melodic voice from this being.

And so he did.

[Kielon]

The simple cottage set nestled in the middle of a copse of trees. The peaceful quiet of the day had been obliterated. Laying on a bed in the cottage is the elfling, surrounded by two tall, standing elves, and one elf close to the side, administering cold water by linen cloth to the forehead of the sweat-drenched youngling.

Tensions are raising within the humble dwelling. Earlier that day, a healthy elfling left to bathe in the cold waters of the lake nearby, and not three hours later, he was returned, unconscious, in the arms of an enigmatic adventurer.

The adventurer spoke nothing of himself, standing in the background, watching the struggle of the unconscious young boy, and all those that loved him battle what had been so mysterious.

The promise of recovery loomed, as many times the boy seemed to stir from his sleep, only to settle back in. The three watchers did all they could do . . . watch.

[Kielon]

The loud arguement trickling in from the main room caused the youth to come out of his comatose state, if briefly.

" . . . face our destiny at some point." The strange voice proceeded. "I have been watching him for some time. I am not going to allow a druid, and I know he is, to squander his abilities as a peasant farmer. He has an obligation to become . . ."

"You may be right! But he is a kind young elfling, with a good heart, and an adventurer's way is going to kill his spirit!" replied his father, obviously agitated. Sobs could be heard coming from his mother.

"This cannot be. You cannot hold this boy when Elune has different plans! In the Emerald Dream she came . . . "

But the boy was weary. He laid his head and drifted back to his slumber.

[Kielon]

The next day, Kielon packed his bags and left with his mentor.