A Storms a-coming.

[Seth Littlewolf]

I looked at the sky, and smiled, clear, and sunny all across my field of vision. It felt... nice to be home after so many years. Some people looked at me, and asked who I was, others welcomed me home with open arms, but overall the person I needed to see was the mayor of the tiny little city. I had been away from the Elven magic too long, and needed to get reacquainted with it.

On my way into town, I saw a few of my old friends with their new families, and they saw me, and some did the normal thing. Shunned me. Others, they seemed to not recognize me at all, it's weird. I don't know why it happened like that, but when they saw me, I saw the recognition in their eyes, but... they just seemed to look past all the times I have saved their lives, and forgotten me.

I sigh each time, and move on, but it doesn't erase the new-found pain in my heart from being left out of my old circle. Maybe they have moved on? I don't know, I just know it sucks. As I passed my old house, burnt to ashes, I look at it, and sigh, memories flooding my head that I didn't even know were there. They left a plaque on the ground that read In memory of the Littlewolf Family, killed by Belant Weaponry. Then it listed three names, Vina'Sora Littlewolf, Tan'Tik Littlewolf... And my name.

I looked at the Plaque with mixed feelings. I didn't know why my name was on there, and I damn sure didn't remember what happened. I just knew I needed to get to the Keep. I stormed past roads, and through crowds in an angry fervor. I stormed into the keep, and up to the thrown, faster than the guards could react, "Why is my name on the Plaque at the old burnt house, near the butchery!"

The Lord looked at me, and I recognized his face. It was the man who sold me to the slavers, "Why, I don't even know who you are," He lied easily, "But you seem to have been through much. Why don't you sit down, and talk about it?" He asked in a patronizing tone.

I couldn't take it, I launched myself at him and...

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I flew around the Keep, watching Aetios walk into the keep. Interested, I followed him, and went in through a window. He seemed to be wondering why his name was on some plaque, and though the Lord told him that he didn't even know who he was, Aetios didn't believe him. Weird. Aetios is not usually so hot-headed. I got there just before he made contact with the Lord of Anerisa. He was screaming is head off about slavers, and some-such, but I managed to drag him out before he made to much a fool of himself.