Sorin and the elfin King sat down at a roughly built table across for each other somewhere deep below the ground.  The walls were  made from roots that had twisted to for a tunnel.
"Sorin my dear dear friend.  It has been far too long."  To sorin the words spoken by his friend were etched upon his face.
Sorin smiled.
'So what is it we must talk about you Majesty?" 
The king stood up and began pacing.
"Sorin I have never told you my name have I?"   Sorin looked at him puzzled.
"I am sure you had very good reasons for that, our names are power and in the wrong hands..."
The king smiled.
"Well that would be one of the reasons my name is not spoken of freely, but that is not the reason I have kept my name from you."  He sighed deeply.  "In order for you to understand what I am about tot tell you I must give you some of my history.  I would prefer that you keep any comment until the end so that I may explain myself fully."  He looked at sorin waiting for an answer.
"I understand.  I will keep all comments till the end of your explanation."  Sorin was confused, but knew his friend well, and this was a matter that had been bothering him.
"This would be much better conveyed in thoughts then words. The girl you are about to see is my mother, and the first bit is more interpretation then actual memory"  He waved his hands in a slow circle, and a thought bubble appeared.  He sat down, as the picture in the thought bubble became clearer.
a young girl stood looking at a man.  She was pregnant, and  her voice was sad.
"You can't leave! what about the baby?"
The man laughed.
"I never wanted anything to do with this child!"
"If you leave then I will have nothing!"  She began sobbing.
"Go back to your Clan!"  HE spat.
"They will want nothing to do with me.  I am a trader. This child is a mischling, a sin against the laws of magic.  If I go back they will kill us both!"  She fell to her knees and wept at his feet.  "I have nothing and you swore to take care of me!"
He lagged  "I care nothing for your trials woman."  HE kicked he away from him, and walked away laughing.
The thought bubble grew cloudy, and then focused in again. The woman was laying on the ground.  She looked dead.  A kind gentle elf of a different clan picked her up and carried her to safety.  When she awake he was there beside her.
"You are awake, and not in very good condition.  You are so far away from your mother tree.  Where is your clan?  Why have they abandoned you?"  He looked kindly down upon her.
She broke down in tears.
"the wizard who swore to love me has abandoned me with this misclhing, and My clan will not take me back."  She rubbed at her nose with her palm.  "I have nothing."
The elf stood.
"What is your name?" he spoke tenderly.
"My name is Myrla."  She answered timidly.
"Myrla, I am the king of the Fir tree elf's, and I shall take you in as my queen, and your child as my own, for I am not yet married, and my people need a queen."
Myrla snorted.
"What kind of a queen would I be?  I have sinned against magic laws, and bring a mischling as an heir."
He looked down at her.  "
IT matters not what my people say, for I am King and can govern myself as I see fit."
The bubble clouded over again bu this time many years had passed.
The king and queen and sun were sitting at the table enjoying a meal when a servant cam scuttling urgently to the king.
"Your Majesty a wizard is here demanding that he see you and the queen."
The king spoke.
"tell him I will attend to him after the dinner hour, and if he fights put him in a dungeon till I can see him."
The doors burst open.
"You would have the father of your son detained?  I think not."  The servant scurried away quickly  "I am here to take back what is mine!"  He bolstered.
"Excuse me?"  The king was now standing glaring at the intruding wizard.  "You left them both for dead, and now you want them back after I have cared for them all theses years?"
The man made his way towards mryla.
"Go now my child run and tell the gaurds to come quiclkly  for there is a enemy to the king in the dining hall."
Quickly the young prince ran.
He found the gaurds playing drinking games in the kitchen
"Quickly you must go! The king and queen are in a compromising situation.  They need assistance!"
the head guard stood up and slapped the young prince.
"You little liar. The bell would have tolled if there was any real threat!" he sauntered towards the young prince menacingly.  "You just want to see us all get worked up over nothing.  We don't have to take orders from you! Not now! not ever you little halve breed!"  HE was about to slap him again when he ducked and ran back towards his parents.  If the gaurds would not do anything then he must.    He hid quickly behind a statue when he saw the wizard heading his way.  The wizard did not see him but kept running on.  The young prince ran as hard as he could back to the dining room.  He could hear the bells tolling.  Tears flowed behind him as he ran even faster.  The gaurds had not beaten him to the dining room.  He walked slowly around the table afraid of what he might see.  There on the floor were both his mother and his father dead. their throats slit.  He bent over them in shock.  It wasn't until someone had pulled him away he realized he was not alone.  The crowd that had gathered began chanting.
"The prince did it!"  HE looked around for someone to save him, but no one was found.  They began to reach for him but he was too fast.  Running for his life  He rounded a corner and bumped into the guard who had called him a liar and slapped him across the face.  Anger now boiled up inside him.
"If you had done your job lagorian The king and queen might be alive!"  Lagorian looked at him with a face full of shame.  "You have dishonored your king, and your people!  You are a Coward, and a traitor!"  The words slapped him like he had slapped the young prince earlier.
"You are right my liege, I do not deserve your forgiveness.  I deserve to die along with the wizard who slew them, but if I may you Majesty you have no  time to delay, everyone is blaming you, and I might have been one of them had you not came to me before the bells tolled.  If you will hide until I can gain control of your people I promises to fight for you until the day I die.  I will never have an excuse to be called a coward again."  The sound of the mob was coming closer.
"I will hide in my fathers quarters.  Find me when they have calmed down, and we shall talk then."  He ran with all his might.
The bubble popped, and The king sat next to Sorin. 
"Lagorian fulfilled his duty to me tenfold, and knowing I had to seek revenge I left him in charge.  For the ten years that followed I studied.  the thing about being a mischling is that it gives me an unfair advantage.  Each parent passes magic onto it's young evenly, but when a mischling is conceived seventy five percent of the magic to be passed on down through the generations  is absorbed into it's DNA.  So not only dose that make me extremely powerful, but it means that  any children born from the parents of a mischling after that get a very diluted form of magic called abfall.  It is the left over garbage.  Anhow Being so powerful I studied and became masterful in not only magic, but archery, alchemy, swordsmanship, and even hand to hand combat.  Anything I thought would be useful I mastered it.
Then I hunted him down.
He was pretty easy to find.  I went into the town during the day I was no coward, and I didn't want to sneak up on him.  I wanted him to fight with me.
I opened the home in which he lived.  He was cursing and swearing as  came up behind him with a knife.  I grabbed him and held him tight with the knife blade at his throat.
"I am here for a battle!"  I told him.  "Will let you go only so you may get a weapon.  "I will kill you with the dignity. unlike my parents you I let him go and he ran for his weapon.
"I have killed a lot of people you know.  Who exactly are you avenging?"  He was old and fat.
"MY parents, king and queen of the fir elf's."
He laughed.  " That was over ten years ago, why didn't you come sooner?"
His back was turned as he spoke.
"I wanted to be the best so I could easily defeat you."
The wizard turned around quickly, and released an arrow.  The room flashed white and the arrow disintegrated in fire.
"Is that best you can do?"  I pulled an arrow out of my quiver and shot it at his heart.  He surprised me as my arrow to disintegrated.
I pulled out my sword and lunged at him.  I knew I was stronger.  I quickly closed my eyes and slid the sword into his belly.  As I pulled it out I felt dirty.  I had never before killed a man, and even though he deserved to die, I still felt sick to my stomach.  I sat down to catch my breath when I saw a young boy sitting under a table.  He had seen it all.  HE looked terrified.  I didn't know if I could answer his questions so I ran."
the king looked at Sorin.
"Although I am telling you this story for the first time some of it should seem familiar to you.  The reason I did not tell you my name dear friend is because we are brothers.  Just as I sought to avenge my father I thought you may have wanted to avenge yours.  I should not have kept this from you for so long and for this I apologizer."  He could not look into Sorins face so instead looked down.  "My name is Larieth, Please forgive me."
All of a sudden Sorin began laughing. 
"Forgive you!!."  You want me to forgive you?" Eh laughed some more.  "I should be thanking you." Larieth looked up at Sorin in surprise.
" My father was about to give me another beating that day, because I was a terrible prodigy.  I had found a knife, but I knew I was not strong enough to kill him.  So I was preparing for to take the beating." He smiled.  "He was coming at me when a stranger came in and killed him for me!  If you hadn't have come I would have poisoned him that night anyhow."  Sorin was laughing, and Larieth stood up.  He was now laughing to. They embraced in a hug.
"All this time we could  have been better friends the way brothers are!"  Sorin let go of the embrace and looked at Larieth in a funny way.
"You were there at the castle that night weren't you?"
Larieth smiled.
"I had word that you were in trouble, and I came as quickly as I could.  When I saw that you were about to cast a spell I tried to help you but I could not.  Other powers were helping you.  Stronger ones magic then even I posses was t your aid.  So I knew that you would  eventually  come to set us free.  You may not have the strong magic, but the strong magic in the world believes in you, and you are meant to be Jenna's Guardian this much I know."
Sorrin's face became disturbed. 
"I know, but why I was chosen I will never understand."  HE frowned.
"Dose she know yet?" Larieth asked.
"I haven't been able to tell her I was only set free last night." Sorin sighed  "What am I to do?"
"Sorin you must tell her soon if she is to have time to adjust." Larith patted Sorins shoulder.  "But for now you should go to her, and make sure all it well."  And after a moments thought Larieth added.  "be well my brother, and I shall talk with my daughter about her behavior."

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