I am Amber. I am Half elven. I was born of violence but grew in love.
My mother was raped by a human soldier during the passing of a mercenary
troop and I was conceived. My mother allowed me to believe that I was
Elven and told me tales of our people, we lived in peace on the outskirts
of Silverymoon. We were happy beyond happiness, in love we stood together
and the child that played in the garden with her amber eyes and dark hair
sparkled like the stars in the sky. She had an elven name, an elven heritage
and the quiet love of her elven mother. She laughed. I was a young teenager
when I noticed the difference. My mother was slim, graceful beautiful.
I was not. Muscled and strong. Quick to anger and slow to forgive in the
end I suffered the taunt that told me the truth "half human!" No better
than anyone else, not born to one race or another. A Freak. The child
died and an angry young woman fled from her mother vowing never to forgive,
or forget. I began the journey that brings me to you to tell my tale.
In the High forest I found an old hermit who spent years consoling and
teaching me. The ways of the woods were mine. I learned about the animals,
how to track and hunt them, how to befriend them and why they needed to
be protected. I learned of the gods, choosing to allow Gwaeron Windstrom,
the Tracker of the North, Miellikki's right arm, to guide my path in life.
My time was sorrowfully brief, although I know the decades passed, it
ended much too soon. My mentor was growing older and I ranged further
from him each day, sometimes camping out under the trees and returning
days later, never to find him concerned for my well being. One day I returned
to find the home I had built for us in ruins, the animals slain and my
mentor dying. He told me that a band of marauding orcs had passed and
demanded that he gave the animals to them. When he refused, they took
them anyway and delivered him a mortal blow. I did not understand, I knew
that he had healing powers and skills but he had not used them. He told
me that Mielikki had spoken to him and told him that his time was over.
He gave me his blessings and died in my arms. I don't know how long I
sat there. The dew lay on my clothing and my legs were cramped when I
rose. I tracked and slew every one of the orcs. I journeyed south over
many days and met with the Company of the Silver Coin.
I had found a new family. Sisters and brothers, a friend and lover I
have had it all with them. Thorn. A man I waited for. One not involved
with petty matters, not prepared to participate in arguments, devoted
to his god and his friends. Or so I thought. Over the last few months
as his heritage has revealed itself I have felt increasing distance between
us. It became clear that eventually this half man would have to choose,
between his heritage, his god, and me. I could not be a part of that.
If he renounced his calling for me there would be too much resentment.
He is not strong enough to leave me, not without a push and I could not
be cruel to him. So I did it for him. I decided that I would make a clean
break and I hope I did, it hurt more than any sword blow I have ever felt,
but sometimes the only way to let them know you love them is to let them
I am Amber and I have faced foes you only meet in your nightmares. Windstrom
has guided me through the forest of life. I cannot help but think he is
protecting me and guiding me towards the final clearing where I will guide
my friends into the jaws of death, and perhaps by my skill I will guide
them out again. I would die for them.
I am Amber. Follow me to glory. Just don't ask me to smile.
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