It was once quoted by an individual “Life, Life has a strange way of screwing you, fate or no fate; my life is destined to this path…” He was a solitary rogue escaping from himself and looking for a new beginning. Something to shed him from his past and his blood. But as quoted life has a strange way of screwing you, either by death or fortune. It was not to uncommon that a child was left alone in the world, deprived of what was suppose to be his future, and thrown into the entrapment of revenge. Many Heroes and Villains have been formed from this principle. I have seen people come from the lowest parts of a city rise to do greatness. What amazes me more is the heart of these people, surely they have faced all odd and seen all sorts of things and experience such trauma that no young child should experience. Yet there heart purest in all the lands, shinning brightening in the land of misery that befallen our home. Who would of thought such greatness could be achieved. My personal experience has not been in any way harmful to my mind and personality. I was raised an average elf, with average ideals. What set me apart was my young ambition to stick to my fathers’ bushido and train to be a great swordsman. A simple goal for a simple elf, it was probably fate of not me but that of the other two companions I met some time ago. Toyomoti Hideyoshi, a strange fellow who spoke not a word, I rarely had time to speak to the poor man because he rarely reviled his past openly. He was branded evil but truly we all saw the goodness in his heart. My heart opened up though, when I met a young elf. The broken hearted kid, had lost all the love out of his heart. He was of noble standing, a mighty high of born from the rich city of Ottonia. I understand somewhat his flight from the city, but not fully to comprehend. He had wealth, a loving strict family, and someone he can share his love with. The only words he muttered in his sleep were a sweet name, Nasa. From the moment I laid eyes on this young warrior, from the very second I heard his name I knew. The name Ray Goldentree was a strange one indeed in the elven nations, he had some sort of human influence in his name was my only guess. When I looked in his eyes I saw the deepest sadness, no warrior by any measure. Hell, at the time I don’t think he would have been able to figure out what end you hold on a blade. Well also thinking back I remember him being as nimble as a rock.
The rose is a most beautiful flower in all the realms with is protective stem, and its pedals turned in a manner to attract any female to pick it. The flower though is still just like any other, until it blooms. Everything and everyone starts from somewhere, when that flower blooms it stands out. The most significant symbol of love in all its glory, with training I knew he would become a great warrior. I have traveled the lands many times over the past years with my companions. I was scared that we would die and our home stranded in the cover of darkness and mist. This evil cursing our lands protecting it from all the realms. But we over came with friendship, the simple elf over coming all odds, breaking loose and freeing the lands. Just like the prophecy. The next days sun rises approaches and I must end this, perhaps I shall continue my journals another time, perhaps death though shall beat me before I can.”
- Hisame Uyko