Nanlyr Maledon, great-great-great grandson of the mighty Shazien Maledon, an epic sylvari hero, rose from his leaf-covered bed, dressed in his best clothes; a white, gilded doublet, white, tight fitting pants, white robe-bottom, and boots, also his grandfather's ring, a pure gold talisman, with an onyx depicting a raven on it. He checked himself in the mirror, he looked okay, so he headed for the door, and went down stairs. He smoothed back his long, green-tinted brown hair, as he entered the great hall of his House, there was the House crest, a great tree within a dark orange circle surrounded by forest green, and there was the great oak table where the rest of his house sat, ready to eat breakfast. He walked down the table to his chair, as he went he greeted his family, up to eight generations of elves sat at that table, none looked older than twenty-five. Then his eyes fell upon his betrothed, Lynia, even though she was not part of the House Maledon, she had been taken in after her house was killed by drow and fomorians. Nanlyr looked at her, still sad-eyed, and dismal look, she had looked like this ever since Kelnin Caswentelel had been banished, his house was still very ashamed of his exile. When Nalyr sat down, his father, Hanir, rose and gave thanks to Caswen for the families well being and the bountiful breakfast, after that everyone filled their plates with berries and bread, the usual elf diet. As Nanlyr sat next his fiance, his thoughts turned to Kelnin,his old "friend", who he had banished wrongly for a couple of reasons. First being Lynia, who had formally been betrothed to Kelnin, second had been that Kelnin was going to chosen as the next Athnir, a very high, prestigious position in elf society, but now Nanlyr was to be chosen today, hence the fancy dress-up, third, he had always been jealous of Kelnin for being a wizard, so he decided get him banished, he smirked inwardly thinking of Kelnin and his poor situation. After breakfast Nanlyr washed his face, smoothed back his hair again,flattened out his doublet, then went to the temple. The temple was a great marble structure, with an ancient yew tree outside in the courtyard, he venerated the yew tree, it being a sign of the presence of Caswen. A priestess greeted him and lead him to the high priestess, who sat in the garden, talking to some birds (all animals in Lorria can talk). She looked up at Nanlyr;
"You will be pleased to know, Nanlyr of House Maledon, that you have been chosen as Athnir." Nanlyr smiled, he deserved it of course. "But now this, your friend shall return, during the light of the Faerie Aurora, and he will take everything from you, especially the one you love." Nanlyr turned pale.
"What? No, Kelnin was banished! You banished him yourself."
There was definitely something different about the forest, less magic. Kelnin thought as he cautiously walked along the path, then he came out of the woods and saw the sprawling Faelir Forest, home to the Fayland sylvari, and a central part of the ancient high elf kingdom. He took step forward, he thought he could see the necromancer nearing the trees, then it was all gone, for suddenly Kelnin was surrounded by a swirling blue mess, then he reappeared exactly where he had been, or was it? No magical glow to anything, but there it was, Faelir Forest half a mile away. He went to the nearest bird to ask directions, it only twittered at him like an idiot, then it hit him, he must have crossed over into the natural realm, it was getting close to Midsummer.
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