First Cycle in the Month of Cryxatum in the Season Summer; Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum. The Second Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne
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A hill which decended into a bend of a creek opened with a cave like entrance, the door itself was of oak, and it was a simple wooden frame covered by the cliff like decent into the hill.
It was necessary to step onto the tiny bridge which led to the door in order to reach the entrance. Upon entering, the home was very cozy, candle light and lamp light illuminated the area. Tree roots seemed to make most of the furnature in the room. Two chairs and a stand were tree roots which were bent while growing, an old elven construction tecnique.
The walls were bare in the first room, the second, a storage and work room was full of curing meats, vegetables, and other such items, while a large table was set with several bowls, a mortar and pestle. A knife lay there as well, as several other various tools.
The last room was Aladamis' study. He had converted the lower of two bunkbeds into a study, and he slept on the top one. On another corner of the room were a chair and several large urns. Unlike the others, the chair was of dead wood, the only piece of furnature that was, including his bunkbed.
The walls were solid hardened clay, and the floor was covered by a woven straw mat. An excellent house for Aladamis.
Outside no one lived for miles, but he had a garden, and could hunt in the forest, or could harvest seeds and grasses from nearby plains. The most obvious resource was the fish which inhabited the stream which was on his property. He owned five acres by law, but thousands more were his in all practicality. Very few if any ever came by. Aladamis was a loner.
A figure made its way over the hill during the warm summer sun, the figure was obviously a man, and an elf. Dressed fairly proper however it appeared to be the tradesmen of a blacksmith.
As the man made his way to the door he slowed briefly and looked around the structure and then knocked at the door waiting for it to be answered. Once someone answered the door the man would look rather hesitant at first and then spoke softly as if not to intrude. "Serale.... I... I am looking for Aladamis Elsd.... for Aladamis." he said looking to whoever answered the door.
A hill which decended into a bend of a creek opened with a cave like entrance, the door itself was of oak, and it was a simple wooden frame covered by the cliff like decent into the hill.
It was necessary to step onto the tiny bridge which led to the door in order to reach the entrance. Upon entering, the home was very cozy, candle light and lamp light illuminated the area. Tree roots seemed to make most of the furnature in the room. Two chairs and a stand were tree roots which were bent while growing, an old elven construction tecnique.
The elf had been in meditation, growing and strengthening by the power of the forest which surrounded him. The elf heard a soft tapping at the door, and he was surprised. The elf had never had a knock on his door before. He had lived in this house for his entire life, most of it by himself.
The druid rose from his meditation, and moved quietly through the small home to the door. He opened it, and looking quite calm, offered the elf the shade of his home from the heat of the summer. He sat down in one of the chairs. "Serale, I am Aladamis Portentus. I must say, I have never had an unexpected guest before. I believe it has something to do with the location. How might I help you?"
There hung in the air the smell of living: food, old clothing, and the odd after-smell of something that had been burnt. Apparantly Aladamis was into alchemy, or he was a very poor cook.
The man nodded. "Well then Serale sir.... I am sorry for being unexpected however.. I have spent sometime looking for you.... many era's...." he said with a hesitant pause looking to the man. "I... I am your father..." he said with a long pause and looked to him.
The elf stared at the stranger for a moment in utter disbelief. Actually, he was in shock more than disbelief. He was completely dumbstruck by his assertion. The elf's jaw sunk a bit and Aladamis truly did not know how to react. But then the elf's eyes began analyzing the old man's face. He knew his own mirrored reflection from creeks and expensive mirrors in shops. There could be no mistaking the resemblance.
But to put words to this situation! The elf could not for anything come up with anything to say.
"Well, I can see that you are... I... Well, I apologize... I'm sure this is a very emotional moment for you, however, I don't know you... I never have... However, I do want to know you... I have so many questions for you... What is your name? Why was I raised here? Why did you have such a hard time finding me?"
Findecano looked at him with a pause when he was asked why he had lived here, that was something which was going to be complex to explain and could rock the foundations of the mans past. "My name is Findecano Elsdragon, from Silrosia where you were born.." he said lowering his head slightly and not looking Aladamis in the eyes. "You where raised he.. and away from us against our wishes... you where... taken from us many era's ago. You where but three to the eyes of humans. The man that hid you knew we would look for you... knew the entire family would look for you.. which we did... but we assumed you dead... but we never stopped..." the elf looked to the floor a tear rolling down his face as he looked back up slowly.
"My only wish is the gods would of brought me to you sooner..." he said with a long pause staring to his son.
At this the elf's heart sunk. His real family thought he was dead for all these eras! Aladamis "Portentus" put a hand on his father's shoulder. The elf waited a moment before saying, "If you had found me any sooner, you would not have so much joy as you do now. I am very glad you have been looking for me. I am touched with your endurance to keep searching for a son most likely dead. I am very glad you found me, father."
He waited a moment, then he reached out and gave his father a warm embrace, shedding a tear of his own.
It took a brief moment until Findecano pulled away from the embrace. He had the look on his face like he didn't know where to begin. It was also true he did not know where to start. There were so many questions they both could ask. "No one in our family gives up hope for another..." he said mustering a smile as he moved the tear off his cheek.
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