1 Prelude - Aether Born

A small, supple yawn had subdued the young Aethelf- the soft skinned creature cladding Light Blue eyes sharp enough pierce the finest armor. They looked to be quite young; sporting a feminine face and petite body with an apparel made up of a black undershirt, an open navy blue overcoat with a black hood and matching set of fitted, black pants. The overcoat was littered with intricate runic symbols and designs which his mother had added for him, reminding him of her every time the design met his gaze.

"I wonder how the others are doing.. hopefully they are having better luck than me."

All the Aethelf Youngling had were the clothes on their back and a few coins in their pocket, along with a small overcoat to protect them from the harsh winds and cold temperatures which arise during the night within 'The Glade' lands.

This particular Aethelf was named 'Azeoth Eeigith', born from a nomadic tribe of his race- lucky enough to be out of the grips of the waring clans, but not lucky enough to receive a luxury life in one of the vast kingdoms of the East or North. Azeoth himself was looking for power, wealth and a place to conquer; for too long his people were forced to move from place to place just to find food to fill themselves for a single night and avoid the plentiful slavers which littered the plains within small caravans.. even if this way of life strengthened the young boy in body, mind and character it was not a way he wanted to live his entire life; underneath the boot of reality.

"I will get the life I crave and deserve."

Azeoth would mumble to himself, clutching his fists as he trekked forward through the barren, forgotten land.