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Jena struggled to hold back the forming tears, but to no avail.
“I have a brother…somewhere…I think. I was only fourteen years old when it happened. I had just returned from a rendezvous with some local boy.” Jena chuckled. “Yes, I was a wild child." Frowning again, Jena continued. "I didn’t see any faces of the murderers, but I know that there were at least two of them, but I wasn’t sure who it was. I had no idea who would want to hurt mommy and daddy. I guess I automatically assumed it was other humans that were evil…like bandits…or muggers or something. My older brother told me to run far, far away, I was to run toward another human village. I never made it. I ran too fast, tripped, fell, and was knocked out. To this day I am unsure how long I was unconscious. When I woke, I was surrounded by elves. I was scared…mostly because I had never seen elves…I had only heard about them in stories passed down….I suppose they pitied me…I never really knew their reason for taking me in. But, apparently I was muttering in my sleep, because they knew I sought the reason my parents were killed. I went hunting daily, and trained hard…they helped me, and cared for me…they were nice, especially the male elves….”
Jena paused, attempting to read Aeriah’s reaction. Glancing down, she smiled as she realized he was tenderly holding her hand.
OOC: edit for some grammer and tyro errors
[ 11-29-2004, 12:39 PM: Message edited by: GameGurl25 ]
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