Azravik

The story of Azravik remained a fable among the elves for centuries. A

prophecy once shared by a dying priest that quickly faded to myth. The

elves had all but forgotten the legend until the day that he arrived.

Rumors began to spread of a strange newborn child with the aura and touch of

master healer. Reportedly found within the dry fountain by one of the

temple acolytes, the story says that the fountain spouted fresh water for

days after.

The childs wisdom seemed only to be surpassed by his kindness toward others.

Seldom did the child speak and the legend grew that the prophesy had come to

pass and the empathic child of mercy had finally arrived. Stunning the

priests of the temple with his knowledge and wisdom as a mere boy, the child

thought to leave the elven city and show the world what compassion truly

meant. When the child stepped outside the city gates, darkness enveloped

the world, verifying the elven prophesy.

Unbothered by the spreading darkness, the child sensed a fundamental shift.

A subtle sway in the underlying power that flows within the world. He felt

the gentle heartbeat of every living thing, it beat in cadence beckoning him

toward destinies embrace. He followed its resounding cacophony to the steps

of a large castle in the north. The seers of the Castle knew him at once as

the child they had been expecting for eons.