~The elven womans eyes were so very haunted as if she had seen things unspeakable to even try to mention or give mention to in this life or the next. She sat down and taking ink and quill began to write, for fear she might forget and the next generation would repeat the mistakes.. greivous ones~
"I have seen hell and indeed it exists in the realms." ~she wrote slowly~ "I have seen massive war and bloodshed over things as simple as a fruit tree blossoming or a well that has some kind of fresh water.." ~She bit her lip as she wrote~ "I can not recall a sunset or sunrise that did not kiss the bodies of death.."
~Tears fell as she wrote, the ink splattering in smears on the page as she tried to continue~ "I wish to die so often yet it is as if not fated to be for me.. the elves live long.. survive much.. and yet.. they are little better then their human counterparts." ~She sighed as she wiped her eyes again the dark orbs staring outwards~ "I was born with a gift that has turned into a curse.. I am hunted for it. I am hunted for my eyes, for the fact I track in a unique way. I can track through the eyes of others.. they wish my death for it."
"I have seen friends die and family kill family for the simple act of survival.. the power has corrupted.. and I have run. I wish not to expire and exist in a way that the others have. I must survive. I hope.. that I can.. before the Blizzards Gate falls to the hands of evil. It must be protected and at all costs."
~She wrote a bit more before the sounds echoing to her ears.. she would have to run..~ "Let not the power corrupt completely.. let it not destroy you.. destroy the stone before it is to la..."
~Quickly her ink and quill were dropped as the door she had hid behind was kicked in, but.. she had already vanished out the window.. she would run.. to survive.. one more day until her powers had fully returned and then her stand would be set and she would do as her kind all did for generations... She would fight.~