Saryl Macellariusa Falnea
“The very worst
part of you… Is me.”
My life began in the small elven
village of Exordiussu. I had been left there many years past by my true
parents, and although I often spent my time wondering what had become of them I
never followed my curiosity to search for a true answer. I was brought up under
the guidance of a young elven maid, Matrisia, and her spouse, Aluneiadura. They
raised me as their own even though I was far from, for my true origins set me
apart. I had been found on the outskirts of the city, asleep under a tree where
a name had been carved hastily, the scratches just readable against the dark
bark. The youthful elven maid had been out gathering flowers for her new
fiancée when she heard crying in the brush. When she went to investigate where
the noise came from, she found me, my arms and legs flailing as the wind blew
over me. She looked around carefully to see if there was anyone around and
surmised that I had been left for dead. Her eyes widened as she touched my
pointed ears and looked into my inhuman eyes, eyes that were black as ink all
the way around. As my new mother raised me in her arms she caught glimpse of
the tree I had laid under and the jagged marks that spelled out what she
thought to be a name; Saryl.
There
my life had begun; Matrisia had taken me home and presented me to her new
companion and together they agreed to raise me. They gave me a name, one of the
only things I have to hold onto now, my elven name; Macellariusa Falnea. Only at first had
they not known what I truly held inside me. On the eve of my first birthday,
the day before I had been discovered, my mother and father had taken me out to
the woods for a short walk. Ever since that first day they had cared for me,
fed me, given me drink, loved me. But as we walked through those woods
everything changed.
I
crawled carefully through the woods, careful not to get tangled in the roots
that surfaced and bathed in the gentile sunlight as my parents whispered
silently among themselves, giggling every so often as I so willingly explored.
It ‘twas a beautiful day, the chorus of the birds and trees dancing soothingly
in my ears. But as I stumbled playfully I saw a booted foot land just inches
before my head, and beside it the sheath of a long sword. This had been my
first glace of what lay beyond the tiny village I grew up in, the hatred and
spite between races. My mother cried out and leapt forward to pull me back to
safety but with one quick flash there was a line of death between us as the thing
before me drew its sword. My eyes quickly slid up the thing’s body to its face,
which I knew not to be elven but human from the stories that had been told to
me. My father moved forward and put out his hands, trying to convince the man
to let us be. As I studied the man’s face I knew even in my young age that he
was here to hurt us, even kill us. I knew I couldn’t let anything happen to my
parents who had so lovingly cared for me. I searched for a way to help, for it
seemed up to me to save them, when suddenly I bent over in pain. Images flooded
my vision and I saw my hands begin to grow, the delicate nails stretching into
claws, and soon I could see my reflection in the obsidian scales that crawled
up my arm and over my body. I could barely hear the scream of my mother over my
heartbeat and the blood that rushed into my ears. New senses grew inside me and
I leapt back as the sword of the man rushed down to where I had cowered, not
knowing how I felt the blade swinging down toward me. I rose my scaled head and
opened my new wings wide, for they were cramped after being unused for so long.
My father’s mouth was open wide in astonishment and the man tried to attack me
again, fear in his eyes. I moved quickly aside and slashed at his side with my
claws, causing three slash marks of equal size and parallel distance to form
upon his waist. The human turned around once again as if to attack but instead
turned and ran.
My
mother and father looked at me for a moment, mumbling back and forth, fear and
love in their eyes. I stared back and murred gently before walking up to them
on all fours and smiling lovingly up at them.
From
then on my parents knew what I was, and to this day I thank the Gods that they
had loved me as they did, for they took me back home even though I wasn’t the
child they had once thought me to be. After nearly a year of practice I could
change back and forth between forms fluently, for the other elves of the
village wouldn’t accept a dragon, especially a black dragon, living within
their borders. I lived happily with my parents for many years, although I not
how many. All I know is that one day my life changed forever.
It was late evening, the sun just halfway below the horizon, in late spring. The day animals had gone to their rest and the owls were just beginning to call out to the stars. I had laid peacefully in my bed, somewhere between my dragon and elf form. My parents slept wrapped in each other’s arms in the next room, and the rest of the city slept silently as night overcame the day. Then they came, creeping out of the bushes and trees, their rapiers held high. The sleep became a slaughter as the village was attacked by a force of ravenous humans. They ripped through houses and killed everyone in their path. I was quickly awoken by the muffled screams of my mother and leapt out of my bed to find out what happened. As I burst through the door I screamed out sorrowfully as I saw my father dead on the floor, covered in his own blood. My eyes quickly rose to the bed where a man, a human, sat atop my mother. I roared and leapt forward to help her, only to fall back gasping for air as I caught a glimpse of her blank eyes looking back at me, still filled with the love that had protected me for so many years, the love that I had witnessed that first day she found me. It was then the man turned and looked at me, at first grinning as he saw my youthful elven face. I saw his look and growled, moving in front of the door so he could see my silhouette. I watched his eyes widen in fear and laughed as I opened my wings, leaping forward to slit his weak throat. Blood poured onto my hands and I licked it up, trying to squelch the sorrow within me. For a moment I felt the pain leave as I was overcome by bloodlust… And I liked the feeling. I stumbled out the door as another man entered the house. And I killed him. Then I walked out of the house and saw another human. I killed him too. I killed all the humans in the village that I came across, licking up the blood from their wounds then moving on. Never did I change into my full dragon form nor my full elf form. I stayed half and half, elf figure with dark wings and a long tail.
For
years I traveled in this form, my heart twisted horribly until I felt no longer
sorrow but extreme hatred and lust for blood. I ravaged through any and all
human villages I came across just to fulfill my bloodlust, to end the sorrow
that churned within me. Only when I returned to my village, not purposely but
by having gone in a large circle, had I broke down. Tears of lost love, hatred,
pain, and sorrow streamed down my cheeks. I looked upon the village with grief
but refused to enter. Instead I found myself drawn to the tree, my tree, where
my dragon parents so long ago had left me. I sat down before the old oak and
placed my head where the name was carved, letting out a low moan. After a
moment I looked up at the tree and witnessed the name carved upon the bark
beginning to glow a bright blue. Slowly I felt my hand phase through the tree,
and I allowed my head to follow. There was a white room that led off into
infinity, where gems and coins of all shapes and sizes littered the floor. As I
glanced around I smiled for the first time in years for I knew that this was
the legacy left to my by my true parents.
My heart has been broken far too many times… So men… I suggest you back the hell off.
“There are so many things you say that make me feel you've
crossed the line
What goes up will surely fall and I’m counting down the time
Cause I’ve had so many standoffs with you it’s about as much as I can stand
So I’m waiting until the upper hand is mine.”
As
a reminder of the days when I rampaged through human civilization I mostly
travel in half dragon form, elf figure with a black scaled tail and large
leathery wings. However, in the years of my rampage I had come across a magical
cloak. How it happened I have forgotten, but I discovered that if I wear the
cloak over my tail and wings they disappear beneath the dark flowing material.
I
wear a few small items of jewelry, one of them being a simple piece, a small
amethyst chip attached to a silver chain. This necklace, however, is enchanted,
and allows me to teleport myself if need be, although it takes up more energy
then I care to use. Upon my wrist I wear a silver bracelet. Within the Celtic
knot work is a jewel, a rather rare piece that has streaks of sapphire, ruby,
and emerald within it, given to me by a friend. Far beneath my robes lays a
small necklace that forever rests upon my heart, a replica of the stars that
seems to contain my only sanity.
I
used to be rather open with my looks… Wearing revealing clothing on a daily
basis, but ever since I and my husband parted ways I have begun to wear a heavy
black cloak that completely covers me… For now no man deserves to lay eyes upon
me.
As
well as my dragon wings I have two angel wings, which I constantly keep hidden,
for looking at them reminds me of my husband and son... And people don’t
usually want to be around when that happens.
As
a weapon I carry a flaming sword, which I stole from a wealthy family in a
human city. As well as my sword I am armed with five daggers, one tucked into
each of my boots, two on my sides dangling from my belt, and one hidden within
the belt at my back. I tend to get strange looks from other humans and elves
alike, for as if to mirror my true appearance my eyes are as black as night and
so is my hair.
“I know I’ll never
trust a single thing you say
You knew your lies would divide us but you lied anyway
And all the lies have got you floating up above us all
But what goes up has got to fall.”
