August 8, 2016
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Jikun's mission to overthrow this Saebellus character sounds like great fun. My yislaval community taught me how to kill elves and men alike so I should be a great help to Jikun and the others in the battles to come. Maybe then I'll be able to find a home in Eraydon City or even *gasp* Elvorium. What adventures could come to me then?
I am Skywyn, winged daughter of a Noc'olari healer and a yislaval warrior. My mother, Ilryiana, found my father injured and unconscious while gathering herbs in a secluded glade several miles from the great tree of Galadorium. She healed his wounds, and her healing touch so soothed his beast that he wished to mate her rather than eat her. She counted herself lucky that she was still alive when he flew away. Her luck soon ran out and she found herself pregnant with me. She told her family that she was going to the Temple of Ilra to serve the goddess, and might be out of touch for years.
With the aid of Myrhha, a loyal family servant, Ilryiana hid until she gave birth to me inside a huge tree deep in the forest. I learned to fly by watching the owls swooping around our tree, terrifying my mother when I leapt from her arms to glide through the forest with them at age two. She stayed with me until I was ten, when loneliness drove her back to her family. I visited her often, slipping unseen into her bedroom high in the branches of Galadorium on wings the deep blue violet of the Noco'larian night. With Ilryiana's purple hair and eyes, my wings and birdlike bone structure were the only physical manifestations of my yislaval heritage. My mother taught me the ways of the Noco'lari and I struggled to reconcile them with my hunter's nature. For many years I lived in my tree, hunting like the owls, a nocturnal predator with a healer's heart, until the night Saebellus' army attacked my mother's home and took her prisoner. By the time I learned of this, the army had withdrawn. Frantic as I flew over the bodies of my mother's people, I found Myrhha lying in the hall outside Ilryiana's room in a pool of her own blood. She looked dead, but as I touched her with a trembling hand, she moaned and opened her eyes. "Sky..." she whispered. "What happened?" I demanded with growing rage,"Where is my mother?"
"Took her", Myrhha gasped softly, clutching her abdomen with a bloody hand. "You must go, Skywyn...to my kinsman. Help you...find...mother..." Her voice weakened with each word and her eyes slipped shut. Gripping her shoulders, I gently shook her. "Who took her? Who is your kinsman? Where is he?" I asked urgently. For a moment I thought she was gone,and the grief nearly overwhelmed me. Then her eyes slit open, and I had to lean close to hear her breathy words. "Army...Itirel..." Her speech trailed off. "Myrhha! Who did this to you?" My voice rang with the anguished anger that consumed me. Myrhha took a shuddering breath, and I nearly missed her last word. Her chest fell and rose no more. I released her body and slowly stood, my wing tips dripping crimson, clenching my bloody fists. I made myself two vows. First, I would find this Itirel, and get my mother back. And when I found the murdering bastard elf called Vale, his ass would be MINE.