I was born to an elite class of dark elf, during a time when humans were no more than men that could throw a rock at their prey. We elves were the dominate race of the time, all others bowing to our knowledge and power. My father was a cruel warrior who enjoyed the hunt, and even more, the slow and agonizing kill. He would beat and hur my mother every day since the day I was born, calling her unfaithful for giving birth to me. Unlike the other dark elves, my skin was fair, and my eyes a bright gold instead of blood-red. Eventually, my mother died at the hands of my father. However, with her gone, he did what only came natural to him-- he turned his attention to me. Every night I cried out for someone- anyone... but no one ever came.
It wasn't until several hundred years later that my father finally died in battle. Because I was considered a weak, illegitimate child, the dark elf clan would rather have me service the entire army and burned alive before they would let me take my fathers place. And so, before they could come and retrieve me, I ran far far away, hoping to salvage what little this life had to offer me. Little did I know, my journey on the Earth had only just begun.
As I grew older, my body began to mature as well. I was no longer the small child that laid at my father's will. I had grown into a beautiful elf, my eyes no longer glowing with fear, but glittering with knowledge and love. I knew the pain of being hated for being born... I knew the pain of being used because of something that was never in my control. It was with this pain in my heart that I studied herbs and medicine. I would show love to those that had never known kindness. I would help those who had no where to go. I may be a blemish on society, but I would never allow someone to feel the same way I have my whole life.
Although I am male, I have been blessed with the ability to change genders on will. Many scorn me for looking the way I do, as the gender I am,... but they are the children that have been given life easily and without pain. We cannot control who we are born as. We cannot control who we are born to. This is the way life has always been, and this is the way life will always be. You can despise me for what I look like, but that will not change who I am. I will never judge based on gender, race, species, appearance, or even personality. We are who we are because of the life we have lived. Who are you to judge someone without truly knowing them?
The Life and Times of Luca Cantellano"Dos shlu'ta'naut thir'ku dosst draeval p'los, drill dos shlu'ta detholar dosst ulin." You cannot change your past, but you can decide your future.
Luca Cantellano was born amoung the Elite of the Dark Elf clan. This journal tells the history of the Dark Elf race, the history of the Elite family, the Cantellanos, and the life story of Luca Cantellano, a young Dark Elf running from his past and s