Ephinia Tsilverne
Secian
Many may not remember me as it has been sometime since I walked the streets of Spur. THe memories and pain here are hard for me to and so I find myself sleeping often these days. For those who never knew me......and for those who did, this is my story:
I have few memories of my true family, just the lingering whisper of a soft lullaby my mother sang to me or the scent of flowers in her hair. Her face I cannot remember at all, I was but an infant when last I saw her.
Born twenty-seven years ago on a small merhcant ship near the souther coast of an island near Leuia, I had never seen my family home in Secia. I have no complete knowledge of why my family was on that small ship but I do know that it was attacked by a band of pirates, burned, and sunken into the sea with no known survivors. None that is but the tiny infant secian who was found two days later sailing merrily upon a splintered and charred plank light a mighty captain sailer her ship through the waters. Clinging to the plank with hands tangled in a mass of rope was a handsome young male secian who bore the mark of Sa. having succumbed to his massive injures; his lifeless body floated behind the plank as if watchign over the infant.
A young Khat found them close to the shore near a small cave on the island and carefully carried the babe home to his family. The babe wore a glistening mark of the ancients about her neck and clutched a small parchment instinctively in her fist. her clothes were soaked from the splash of the waves against the planks edge and as the young Leuians mother gently wrapped a warm clother about her she studied that parchement for clues about the little ones origin.
Wet and ink smeared from the water, she was able to make out only small bits of what appeared to be a letter addressed to someone in the Rinanni Temple in Secia. The name of the child was given as Ephinia, and there were fragments of information about the pirates capturing and torturing a secian, the heroic resuce of that prisoner, a dangerous escape and flight and the mention of reuniting the family at last. The entire letter could not be clearly read and one section had been removed entirely, making it impossible to read the family member for whom the letter was intended.
No other remains from the shop were saved and although it was thought that one small life boat may have escaped, no other survivors were found. A shop was dispatched immediately to locate the pirates but they had vanished into the mists of the sea. I was raised by that family of leuians who found me and treated kindly by all. Through my adoptive family I learned of many things and in time though quite by accident I discovered my empaaathic healing skills. The young Khat treated me as a sister and together we caused mych mischief throughout the islands beaches and caveswhich in turn gave me much practice in healing. I was drawn again and again to the water from a young age, it seemed to call to me each night with its rythmic crashing of waves upon the rocks.
Fascinated from a very young age in the ways of magick, I often lingered about the Temple of Sa and learned all I could from the rune-mages within. All within the temple knew of the Secian bearing Sa's mark who had been found with me and many believed him to be my father. I was welcomed within the folds of the temple and began to study the ways of Sa and magick on my own through insistant questions and many visits to the temple library where I was often found buried among many scrolls for hours. Although my love for Sa grew very strong, I knew within my heart that it would be the path of a rune-mage I would follor and not a cleric. Within time I was at last admitted into the academy and left to fullfill my knowledge for magick. As my knowledge grew, so did my calling to the water and it was no surprise to those who knew me that water would become the elemental basis of my magick. In all my years upon that island I had not met one secian or dragon although I read of them often in the scrolls. With a heavy heart but a hopeful mind I had bid my adoptive family goodbye and set out for the Academy of Spur. My elder brother had left 3 years before me to study as a cleric of Sa and I yearned to see him again as well.
Eager to excel in my learnings, I hoped also to find some clue of my true family, if indeed any were still living. The parchment scrap is folded and lays always in the bottom of my backpack, its words worn and faded from the age and years of tiny fingers tracing the letters again and again, the only link to my lost mother.
Not only have I met many wonderful kyn since entering Spur but I have been blessed with many friends of every race. I was once blessed to meet a special dragon whom I was drawn to since our first meeting those early days when I first arrived in Spur. She left Spur for some time but returned when I needed her most. Sadly I had gone to the ruins of Treehaven to search for my missing neice when the time of her staging grew near and she took another to her heart and now that bond between us is severed, but that is a tale much sadder then this and best saved for another time.
To those who have befriended me in my time here I thank you. To those I have yet to meet, I hope I shall do so soon.
To the family I had lost young, then discovered here in Spur, I shall always love and miss you. Mystie Thebes-Munn my dear lost sister I loved you always.
Ephinia Tsilverne
Water Wizardess of Sa
