Hidden in the deep forests of Ronfaure, a small community consisting of three elvaan families made a living. Once proud knights for the mighty kingdom of San d'Oria, they were chased away in exile after a horrible accident involving the church and government. Though crude, the children of these families were blessed with the richness of love. Of the Euglin family, there were two children. Aeroa and Uvlen, both beautiful evlaan girls. Of the Grintled family, there was one child. Virgoa, a hume girl with shoulder-length brown hair. The third family, however, had no children...that is, until the end of the Great War...that baby's name was Leocon.
Although the war had come to a close, remnants of beastmen troops still prowled the landscapes of Vana'diel, putting this community in great danger. Return to the capital city of San d'Oria, however, would guaranty death. They had no where to turn. So the families were left to fend for themselves.
As fate would have it, after a few years had passed, the families had finally hit the end of their times. One cold Firesday night, as they all gathered near a camp fire in the southern portions of Ronfaure, a small band of Orcish warriors happened near. Catching sight of the smoke from the tribe's fire plumming through the trees, which obscured the star filled sky, the Orcish Fodders realized this smoke was not from one of the beastmen camps, and proceeded to investigate. As the families slowly gave way to the weight of weariness, the Orcs made their attack. Jumping out of the trees, the parents were caught off guard, but soon recollected as the fathers charged forward, grabbing their blades that lay next to them. The mothers surrounded the children as panic overtook their faces. Successfully fending off four of the many Orcs attacking, the fathers soon gave into to the strength of the beastmen. Soon after that, the mothers had as well... but not before sending their children north, fleeing to the safety of San d'Oria.
Whether it be the grace of Altana, or pure luck, that night had not seen as much beastmen activity, ensuring a safer travle for the children...that is until they neared the city gates. Virgoa, at the age of 6, and oldest of the children, carried Leocon in her arms as they ran. But, when the glow of the watch towers came into sight, the Orcs had finally caught up. ?With them, Orcish Mesmerizers followed. One of the mesmerizers had casted a Bind spell, placing Virgoa firmly in her place. She screamed for help as the other girls stopped and ran back to her. The Orcs closed in. Virgoa handed Leocon to Aeroa, the second oldest of the kids, and told them to keep running. Aeroa refused to run, however...but looked down at the frightened three year old in her arms, and with tears, nodded to Virgoa.
As they continued to the city, the Orcs had reached Virgoa. She dropped to the ground in fear and held her arms up crying into the quiet Ranfaure night. One of the Fodders readied a swing of his axe down onto the child, but the pluck of a bow string echoed through the air, and the Orc fell to the grass next to the girl, blood flowing from the side of its head and left eye. The other Orcs looked at their fallen comrade, and took alert to the dark woods around them. With the pluck of a bow string once again, an arrow pierced the bodies of two Orcish Mesmerizers, sending the rest into a frantic state. Attepting to flee, one more was brought down.
As the reamins of the troops vanished into the night, Virgoa remained motionless on the ground, covering herself with her arms sobbing, not knowing what was happening. Soon, though, she came to her senses, and joined her friends at the town gates. Weary, and heart-broken by the loss of their parents, they stumbled in through the wooden gates of Northern San d'Oria.
As they entered into the walls that protected the strong hold, an elderly mithra found them huddled together in the grass of the small courtyard just within the gate. She questioned where their parents were, but the children remained silent, knowing that they were the decendants of exiles. The mithra questioned them only once; she saw the blood that was stained on Virgoa's body from the Orcs outside, and knew that the answer was not a pleasent one. She offerend them a roof to sleep under. For a moment they hsitated, but after much yawning, and from fear still felt in their bones, they accepted.
After a few days, the mithra questioned Virgoa once more. Of which she finally got an answer. Virgoa explained the attack on their families, and the death of their parents. The mithra asked where they were from, finding it odd that their families would travel into the wilderness, especially at the end of the war, when beastmen activity was still at its peak. However, Virgoa fell silent again. Knowing that she would get no where, the old woman gave up. Handing Virgoa some ginger cookies, and cold sheep's milk, she left the room, heading off into the city to take care of a few arrands.
One year passed. The children had grown used to the city, people, and mithran woman who now watched over them. Leocon's birthday had happened upon them, and on the same day a parade was being held for a platoon of knights that was returning from the still active area to the north. The new family had all gathered out into the the Parade Grounds of Northern San d'Oria as the knights, donning spectacular white Iron Musketeer uniforms with gold trimming, marched from the western gate up to Chateau d'Oraguille. As the commotion reached its height, the mithran woman, who held Leocon tight in her arms, grew tired, and needed a seat. Finding the benches near the fountain of the grounds, she sat Leocon down, made herself comfortable, and soon fell asleep.
The young elvaan child, in awe over the sights and sounds of the parade, slipped off of the stone bench, and wandered off, dissapering into the legs of on-lookers. Upon emerging into the line of the parade, Leocon looked up and saw the strong men and women that made their way down the streets. He sought out the source of these grand beings, and made his way towards the western gate. Just as he reached the gate, the last of the platoon was entering through them. Leocon, wanting to see more, walked up to the wooden gates, and with the guards preoccupied with thier returning comrades, easily slipped past out into West Ronfaure.
As Leocon stood facing the sunset, he saw something unexpected; a young tarutaru recruit was running to the gates, and an orc gave chase close behind him. After witnessing the pride of the soldiers, Leocon felt it in him to help this tarutaru warrior, and grabbing what few pebbles layed on the stone pathway into town, he ducked into a corner, awaiting his surprise attack. The tarutaru payed no attention to the elvaan child, and burst into the gates, which was Leocon's que. He jumped from out of the corner and tossed the pebbles he held,hitting the orc square in the back of the head. The beastman turned around to see what had attacked him, and saw the child looking back at it. The Orcish Grappler let out a loud grunt, and lifting its fists up, dashed for Leocon. Leocon took note of the onslaught, and ran deeper into the woods. Fidning a branch on the ground, he picked it up, and waited for his foe to catch up. A dense fog had begun to set over the forest, and Leocon did not see the orc until it was almost too late. Leocon lifted his "sword" high and brought it down on the orc's forhead, stunning the beast for a moment. Soon, however, it regained composure, and with a mighty swing of its fist, knocked Leocon back into a tree. The elvaan child grunted from to the force, and fell limp. The orc walked over to him, and raised its fist high, ready to bring it down on the young one, and end this battle...but before it could, it was struck down by a mysterious figure that came up from behind.
A young mithra, no more than thirty-seven, reached down and took Leocon into her arms. Sighing slightly, she whispered a few words to herself..."For them, I'll keep him safe...", and cradling the unconcious child, disappeared into the fog, making her way towards La Theine Plateau.
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