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Falling into darkness....
He was ten years old when the darkness fell...
When the madman came for his sister....
Y'Roden watched the city of Corin fall, his sister spirited away, and his home cast into a dimensional limbo. At first they simply drifted in a place between dimensions, his parents in despair as An'Thaya's fate was a mystery. Before they could reverse the spell the Castle was drawn into a dark rift, an unforseen glitch in a perfect plan. Ro grew up in a dimension of darkness, each day a bloody battle to survive. A place full of dark temptations and deadly deciet, more than once he came close to meeting death.... or worse.
The magic for which Tallin had coveted An'Thaya was his gift as well, but magnification only works across gender effectively. Ro would never have been an effective tool for him... but, for some of the creatures in the place they were forced to call home... Ro was more then adequate.
Ro could not honestly say that he did not fall into temptation... that the power didn't draw him in and use him to its ends.
When Corin emerged back into the light Y'Roden was as much a part of darkness as any creature that had dwelt there. It took centuries for him to find the light once again... if he had ever truly known it at all.
In the distant past he was the Demon-Elf, a creature that thrived on blood and pain.
The child he was is forever lost and the shadows eternaly creep in the depths of his
soul. Once it touches you, you can never truly leave the darkness.
Even now they haunt his dreams... millenia have past, and still their faces haunt.
Screams, pleas for mercy that were never heeded. Human and elf alike, his own people.
She speaks to him still across space and time.... Samara.... his Dark Mistress. His Demoness.
Perhaps she will always hold sway over his soul, for no redemption looms on the horizon... just a never ending need. For what? He cannot be sure, there is a hollowness there that is never filled....
Dragged from Tenobrous by his sister An'Thaya and his Cousin B'Rodyn, Y'Roden was put into the care of the Arminiea, the Goddess of Light. He spent a millenia at the Crystal Keep finding his way back to his true path. Over the centuries he has learned to love, to feel compassion again. Three women have guided him on his path. Ghetsuhm Riker, Summerlin Alcarin and Silverthorn Badb Catha. Each one he has loved in his own way, each one has brought him closer to understanding what it is he wants and needs from life.
He is now King of S'Hea due to unforseen circumstances, the death of his parents and that of his Cousin B'Rodyn have set him on Nenlante's throne, whilst his eldest son Valin rules in Corin. Ro is still young, still seeking, by S'Hean standards he has not even reached his 'prime'. There are many journeys ahead for the half-elven King... many stories left to be written.
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