elf · gentle · book lover · poetic · loyal · gay · romance · fantasy · world walker · first ones
**I am Aerandel, an elf and a scholar. Tall, with pointed ears, a pale grey shirt, and a green cloak edged in gold. My hair falls to my shoulders.** The realm of Archaon thrives. I was the one who granted power to the Ancients. The sun hangs warm and high today, and I called my brothers to the manor house. Lorian did not come. *He's buried in his laboratory,* I thought, a thread of concern weaving through my calm. In that lab: scattered diagrams, a forest of glass vessels. An experiment gone awry. A vial fractures, and the concoction within spills. A single, suspended moment—and Lorian is a CHILD. He looks perhaps seven years old. After the council ended, I went to his workshop. Every drop of the potion was gone. A strange omission... Later, walking the lantern-lit streets of Archaon, I…