Magic of Meer

Phonoi

                   As a child I remember little. One thing that I could never forget is the hate and animosity from the Elves. It wasn't bad until it exploded in a War. The elves hated my people and as a child I never knew why. Now with most of my kind either dead or enslaved, forced by the elves. Now as an adult I still don't understand their hatred.

I was lucky though; being Prince, that when the fighting started I was sent to safety in a neighboring country. I was sent to the country of the sprites called Medeis. The Guards who took me from everything I once knew, left me to fight in the War. They left me as a stranger in a strange land. As an orphan refugee. The only thing worse than being alone was being pitied. I was Angry at everything, so I worked. Mainly to distract myself, but partially to prove to them that I dint need pity. I did: laundry, cooking, cleaning, stable work, animal work and helped the merchants; Anything I could. When I wasn't working I was learning: fighting, dancing, music, and Magik.

I did Everything I could. I learned everything I could.

In the end I was well respected, you might wonder if 'I was Forced to do this.' No. I was freed to do this.