The beginning of my story begins 800 years ago. It was a time of greed, corruption and pure evil. It was a place where one fought for no one but themselves. The warlord Darchon was the ruler of the land in which I, Xellexa Neveah, lived in. Every day was an attempt to escape the wraith of his ways. Every day was another attempt to become a free individual.
One day I managed to escape. I ran all night through the terrors that hid among the forest, among the shadows that eventually consumed my surroundings as I ran faster and faster.
At the peak of exhaustion I stumbled and fell in the water. I felt the coldness of the water yet, at the same time, I felt nothing. At the point, I noticed an old man coming. He was slouched over a cane, a grey beard reaching almost to the floor. His eyes were friendly yet mysterious. I discovered that he was the legendary Druid Xolus of the Land of Three Rivers.Only a few before my time had been honored with his presence.
For years I studied with the Druid Xolus, learning the ways of the races, the secrets and mysteries of the world.
But one night, Xolus passed away and the Land of the Three Rivers vanished, never to be seen again. A week passed when one night a woman came by to see me. She said she had been observing me throughout the years and that she was pleased with what she had seen. I discovered her name to be Aleayon. The rest as we say, is history.