Silian's Arrival

[Silian Ma'Alizzart]

----Silian stood on the hilltop, gazing down at the bustling city below him. The sun's rays were commited to the final steps of their dance, and it would soon be night. The dark elf watched the scene below for a time, thinking on what had led him to this point.
---So, its come to down to this. I don't belong in this world, Master. I am sorry for being so impudent but I simply do not understand. I am hated for my skin, for the birth that I never asked for. You said it yourself: I'm nothing like my kin. But that only means one thing...I have no place. Not in a world like this.
----The small force of the gentle breeze ascended a bit. Silian's hair swam with the wind, and he closed his red eyes as a tear ran down his cheek.
---I don't even belong in the place of my birth...I know its not my fault, Master. I know that's what you would tell me if...if you were here.
----A thin smile reached his lips.
---You...you'd tell me to 'stop whining and get down to that city!' I..I can still hear your voice, Master. Even if you were a senile old fool, you were right all along. I wouldn't want to belong to the people of my origin, even if they wanted me. Those vile creatures that know no tears...no compassion, not even for themselves. I..I'm sorry, Master. I can't let my anger get into the way. I'm going to go down to that city down there and make them accept me! I..I will do it. Just like I promised, Master.
----Silian opened his eyes, and lifted his fist to his chest. He opened his hand, which revealed a small marble cross on a silver chain. He examined it for a minute, then placed it in his pants pocket. He took a small intake of the fresh air before beginning the descent to the trade-city of Riparia. The sun gave a final reassuring glance at the youth, whose destiny it was to be an outcast with no place in the world but in his own mind.