Topic: History in the Making

Ceri

Date: 2010-01-10 13:28 EST
At first glance, Ceri appears to be your average, run-of-the-mill elf. Small, lithe and graceful as the wind. Until she trips over her own two feet. She doesn't carry the arrogance so many claim entitled to by birth alone. But hers hasn't been the typical life. Her path took a turn some 230 years ago at the young age of 57.

Ceri Aidan Elen was born in the small village of Newhaven. Wood Elf by birth in a place where having girls was a rare gift. Her name loosely translates as Lovely Flaming Star. Her parents were quickly approached with requests to betroth her to one of the many sons without a match. They refused believing she should have a right to choose her own husband. There'd be plenty to choose from.

A precocious child with a penchant for trouble, her parents couldn't count the times she'd stirred up a hornets nest..quite literally most times. Curiosity abounds. We all know what happened to the overly curious cat.

On a dark night in the middle of winter, her life would change dramatically. The village was built high in the redwood trees well out of sight of anyone who did not know of it's existence. Entrance was made through a labyrinth of bridges and ladders which were lifted when strangers were sighted. Somehow the humans had discovered them. As humans tend to do, they allowed greed to spur them forward in an all out assault on the 'rich' elven clans. However, wood elves treasure nature more than material things. Fire rimmed arrows burned down the homes. Elves who didn't jump to their deaths were killed at the sharp end of a blade. The small, peaceful village was completely destroyed. All for gold they did not possess or have need for. Just before meeting their own bloody demise, her parents, in a desperate attempt to save her, told her to do the one thing she'd often gotten in trouble for..."Climb. Climb as high as you can and do not come down until all is quiet."

Ceri did just that. Finding a strong bough well above the chaos where she spent three long nights. Afraid to come down. On the second night, she wasn't alone. A strange, ethereal figure suddenly appeared beside her. Emminating warmth and security. His name was Levi. A guardian..angel of sorts but not. She would later find out he was part of a race of beings sent only to observe the goings on of other lifeforms. In her case, he broke the rules and interceded. Offering comfort as they waited for the humans to filter through all the charred remains of the homes. Finding nothing they deemed of value. Once they were gone, he bundled up the frightened child in his arms and promised to find her a new home.

That new home was with a human family in Ravenblade. The very race of people who had destroyed everything important in her life. Yet the couple were kind and loving. Twas there she learned all races were not so very different. She thrived under their watchful gaze. They soon had children of their own giving her two human brothers, Archer and Trey. The family formed strong bonds that lasted right up until their deaths of old age. Leaving her alone again.

Levi was never far. Once she grew into adulthood, he returned. Being so young at the time of the rescue, she had no memories of him. Her parents told her an old wizard had delivered her into their hands. They didn't know who he really was. Nor did she when they met a second time. He'd watched her grow into a lovely, young woman. Helped to keep her out of trouble. Which was a challenging task at best. During the course of those years, he'd fallen in love with her. Didn't take long for her to reciprocate those feelings. He was her first love, her first kiss, her first everything. Gentle, sweet, and kind. He wanted to marry her. There was one problem. His people would never allow it. He'd broken the pact set in place thousands of years before. It wasn't the inability to marry that was their downfall. It was the truth. He informed her of who he was and his purpose on earth. How he'd had the ability to stop the savage attack on her people but didn't. The rules forbid him from doing so. But he had saved her. She saw his mercy as an act of selfishness. Levi could have..no, SHOULD have..done more for her people. A transgression Ceri could not find the heart to forgive. Not right away.

Months after the breakup, his brother Solice, came to tell her of his death. He'd left the path. His life was forfeit. Was a devastating blow to her. One of so many. He told her not to weep. Their people never truly die. His essence had been absorbed into Solice. Though not the same as having him with them, his memories and feelings still lingered. His love for her was true and remained. She and Levi forged a bond not even time could break. A bond that lived on within Solice. His brother would remain in her life. Watching. Not interfering. Whatever consquences she set forth would have to be suffered. He is a presence, no..more than that..a friend, who still comes around from time to time. As Levi desires him to do.

::to be continued::

Ceri

Date: 2010-01-10 15:42 EST
Chapter two of her life begins with the promise of a fresh start. Living in Stormbane among the elves. Strikingly beautiful, silver haired snow elves and widely esteemed, all knowing, high elves. Gave her an ugly duckling complex to be around such perfection. Both groups shared the city in relative peace. Most looking down their noses at the lowly wood elf. Everyone knows they were hardly the brightest most noble of the bunch. Try as she might to fit in, they made it very difficult. But she craved to live among her own kind. To learn their ways. Most of all..to be accepted. Was here she found a husband. Shen, a high elve, who seemed to accept her for who she was and overlook the fact that humans raised her. Their marriage was happy at first. Would she claim to love him' Sadly no. For both it was a marriage of convenience. One she tried to make work. But it was loveless. For that reason, Ceri wanted no children. In stark contrast to his desire to have a large family. Seeking freedom from a childless marriage, he soon found other reasons to taunt and abuse her. They fought constantly. Being the smaller of the two, she was often on the losing side of a very bad temper. In the minds of those around, it was always her fault. Had to be. He picked on her looks, critiqued every move she made and beat her for taking up for herself.

To divorce one's spouse was unheard of. Shen thought he could get away with anything. Married to the proverbial black sheep of the group afterall. His antics were not being as ignored or permitted as assumed. During a trip to the market, Ceri left Shen's side to talk to a friend. He was very controlling of her every move. She didn't ask him for permission. Grabbing her by the hair, he yanked her back. Slamming her into a wall. Looking to put on a show for everyone else to enjoy. Wanting her to apologize. Beg forgiveness for her transgression. She would not. Even when he put a knife to her throat, pressing hard enough to draw blood, the stubborn girl refused. Eyes squeezed shut, she prepared for the worst only to see Shen fall to the ground at her feet.

"Divorce no longer needed." A gentle voice softly informed her. Halken Stormbane, head of the city guards and son of a prominent member on the Council of Elders had taken it upon himself to dispatch the problem. Yanking the sword from the dead man's back while raising his voice to the lingering crowd. "We do not tolerate this type of activity in our city. You lay harm to another, prepare to pay the price." Offering his hand to the shaken girl. "You're going to be fine. He won't hurt you anymore. The High Elves should not have allowed his inexcusable behavior." His father would argue killing the man was going a step too far. There would be trouble among their clans now. Halken saw it differently. Shen had a pulled a knife. The girl had been in imminent danger.

Weeks later, Ceri could be found living among the snow elves. Learning a trade. Jewelry making. For which she showed great promise. Soon parting from creating the designs they taught her and creating beautiful, unique works of her very own. Ceri had a gift which turned into a useful and quite profitable job as an artisan.

Ceri

Date: 2010-01-10 17:44 EST
The rest of her story doesn't get any less contorted. She went back to Ravenblade to apply her trade. Spent a lot of time at the local bar there. Made friends. Few of them close. Always had a smile on her face to mask the truth beneath those emerald eyes. She kept men at a distance for the most part. Solice was her one sole companion. There were others. Flicker for instance. He was three inches tall after pissing off a witch. Constantly longing to be big enough not to get trapped underneath a drinking glass. His girlfriends were mainly fairies and pixies. Those Ceri avoided due to her sensitive nature to their dust. Then there was the bartender, Kory..had a serious crush on him. They spent hours together talking, laughing and playing pranks. He was the quiet type. She tends to gravitate towards those. He was also gay. Had a boyfriend. Made him the perfect match for her in everyway. No way he'd be attracted to her in return aside from being a friend. He was safe. No risk of marriage, children or any baggage. He'd never lay a harmful hand on her. A perfect match.

Most of all, Ceri was happy. Still had that magnetic way about her which pulled in all kinds of people. Ended up in trouble more than once. Injuries were plenty. Mainly due to the stubborn streak that forbid her to back down even when the chips were stacked against her. A rebel without a cause or a clue. Started fights for the sheer excitement. Many ended badly. Pissed off an orc...got hurt. Teased a vampire..got hurt. Ticked off a ranger in the woods over his bad aim..got hurt. Her actions were repetitive in nature. She'd take the path knowing the ending was already written. Instead of her being along for the ride, as she had been so often in her past only to get hurt, this time she was in control. Or so her brain thought. If she deserved the punishment, it was ok. After being harmed so many times for simply being herself, she needed some semblance of control. Luckily growing older has helped put her demons to rest.

Her arrival in Rhydin was unexpected. She'd been having a heated discussion with the pixie factions about stealing all her personal belongings from the treehouse she called home. The pesky vermin were always up to no good in one way or another. Often stringing her clothes from treetop to treetop so they could laugh as she tried to gather them all back up. Just as one of the evil minions of Satan, (For they had to be..what other use did they have in the world?)..was about to blow dust in her face (Which sends Ceri for a loop much like crack will to humans) a violet light flashed before her eyes. She woke up dazed on the outskirts of Rhydin by a lake. A trick of those blasted pixies no doubt! She glanced into the water to find her silken brown locks had turned a bright purple hue. The same as the color she'd seen before passing out cold. A few nights sleeping along the banks of the water proved this was no trick of the pixies. This was not Ravenblade at all.

Time to start over again.

Ceri

Date: 2010-02-17 16:35 EST
So far the stay in Rhydin has been pretty tame. A small apartment at the inn, a new found benefactor to infuse her jewelry business with cashflow if needed, interviewed by the local Getting-to-Know-You welcome committee also known as Shane and a man. Yes, a man. Interesting isn't it' Ceri, the self-proclaimed male hater..well, hater is a bit strong, nontruster might be more accurate...is smitten. Ask and she'll deny it. In fact, she denies it to herself.

Ceri had sat down on the bed with pencil and paper in hand. Her time suppose to be spent working on new designs. Subconsciously she'd been veering toward depictions of an angelic nature. Today was no different. Coming out of a daze like fog to notice all her doodles were winged. A few tigers appearing for balance. "Get your head out of the clouds girl." flipping to another page to try again. Was impossible to concentrate on anything else but him and it kind of drove her crazy. Sometimes it scared her. Other times, it pissed her off. Then there were those rare, girly times where the butterflies did pirouettes in her stomach and she kind of liked the idea.

Was this internal strife that had her avoiding the poor object of her ever wavering attentions. In fact, she hadn't seen him since the day she'd pretty much admitted to really wanting to see him again. Pluck her feathers and call her a chicken. Bok-bok.

He'd said he was patient. Bet he didn't know how patient he'd have to be. Ceri was a whole other animal when it came to men and relationships. She liked him so much she didn't like him. He was too good looking, too nice, too perfect and too into her to be genuine. Oh but how she wanted it all to be true! But it wasn't. There's no way he could be all those things.

Aah, the innerworkings of a shattered mind still trying to piece back together a broken heart. The question which remains: Who does she distrust most..herself or him?

Ceri

Date: 2010-02-25 11:48 EST
She'd hung around the inn for weeks. Still mainly in her room. Hiding to be honest. Was boring as hell. Lonely too. Sometimes she'd venture down to the bar when it wasn't busy. Trying to stoke her bravery. At some point she had to be honest with herself and admit the object of all this anxiety had likely moved on. No one waits around forever. A few weeks was hardly a lifetime. Sure felt like it.

Be hard to determine was suddenly spurred her desire to go find this person. Perhaps to reaffirm men had no patience. To prove he didn't mean a word of it when he'd spoke of waiting until she was comfortable. Whatever the reason, Ceri managed to leave the inn. Wandered the market for awhile, gathering a few supplies and took off out of town. Had there been a way to send a message, he might be forewarned she was looking for him.

Wandering out into the woods to that tree overlooking the water. Didn't expect him to be there. But that wasn't the point. The point was SHE had taken the first step on her own. Ceri was making the effort. Even if it meant waiting here for days to see if he'd ever show.