Post by amath on Mar 13, 2021 17:38:58 GMT
Amath knew he was a dark elf. He looked human of course, but deep inside he knew the truth. He could not tell anyone, since they were all humans and wouldn't understand. But he was a dark elf, a soul from the legends of old.
He didn't always know he was a dark elf. No, he thought he was a human for most of his life, but last year he finally understood the truth. He was meditating in an abandoned cave - he loved to stop and meditate in these places, underground, in caves that humans had left and which were slowly returning to nature. He was focusing on breathing: breathe in, feel your body, breathe out. He suddenly felt a surge of energy, and then he knew. Just like that. He saw through his human body, and knew he was really a dark elf trapped in it.
But he didn't tell anyone he was a dark elf. Humans had even sneered at him, simply when he had told them that he liked to meditate in abandoned caves. "Oh that's insanity", they said. "Go out in the sunlight and green grass, that's the only good meditation!". What do they know. He stopped telling them things.
And there were more things he knew they wouldn't understand. Like his horse. His horse was a baby dragon, in reality. He had always felt that his horse was special, but a while ago, also during a meditation in another abandoned cave, he saw it with his own eyes: the real shape of his dear horse was a baby dragon. They can take human shapes or animal shapes, and there he was, trapped in a tall, pitch-black horse, a baby dragon, not yet ready to grow and breathe fire.
He loved his baby dragon, and he loved abandoned caves. And his ship. He had no much wish for money or shiny things, it was beneath the dignity of an elf. Perhaps though, there was one more thing he'd like to do in this life: to walk on the streets of Neriak, the legendary dark elf city. He didn't know if the real Neriak still exists somewhere in this world, but the thought wouldn't give him peace. He yearned to feel the cold blue-ish-purple air of Neriak, the underground air he remembered in his dark elf soul from ages past.
"Maybe I should rebuild Neriak myself". he said out loud, while grooming the horse. "Not all of it, of course, just a piece of Neriak. For me and for you, babe". The horse moved his head as if nodding. "You're right, I can do it. I will do it."
To be continued
He didn't always know he was a dark elf. No, he thought he was a human for most of his life, but last year he finally understood the truth. He was meditating in an abandoned cave - he loved to stop and meditate in these places, underground, in caves that humans had left and which were slowly returning to nature. He was focusing on breathing: breathe in, feel your body, breathe out. He suddenly felt a surge of energy, and then he knew. Just like that. He saw through his human body, and knew he was really a dark elf trapped in it.
But he didn't tell anyone he was a dark elf. Humans had even sneered at him, simply when he had told them that he liked to meditate in abandoned caves. "Oh that's insanity", they said. "Go out in the sunlight and green grass, that's the only good meditation!". What do they know. He stopped telling them things.
And there were more things he knew they wouldn't understand. Like his horse. His horse was a baby dragon, in reality. He had always felt that his horse was special, but a while ago, also during a meditation in another abandoned cave, he saw it with his own eyes: the real shape of his dear horse was a baby dragon. They can take human shapes or animal shapes, and there he was, trapped in a tall, pitch-black horse, a baby dragon, not yet ready to grow and breathe fire.
He loved his baby dragon, and he loved abandoned caves. And his ship. He had no much wish for money or shiny things, it was beneath the dignity of an elf. Perhaps though, there was one more thing he'd like to do in this life: to walk on the streets of Neriak, the legendary dark elf city. He didn't know if the real Neriak still exists somewhere in this world, but the thought wouldn't give him peace. He yearned to feel the cold blue-ish-purple air of Neriak, the underground air he remembered in his dark elf soul from ages past.
"Maybe I should rebuild Neriak myself". he said out loud, while grooming the horse. "Not all of it, of course, just a piece of Neriak. For me and for you, babe". The horse moved his head as if nodding. "You're right, I can do it. I will do it."
To be continued