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Zelora was born in the small village of Lullin, half a days walk from the large city of South Farren. Her father an elf, her mother a human. It was the best place to be the kid. You could run for hours in the rolling fields, or spend the day playing in the river as long as you were down stream of where the clothes were washed. The sky seemed to go on forever, and at night the stars twinkled brightly, and as long as the moon was half full she didn't need a lantern to see.
She woke up early to helped feed the chickens and the horses. Sometimes travelers would come through on their way to South Farren. She had a nice soft bed all to herself up in the loft of the house. Her mom would always sing to her in her native tongue. Zelora though elvish was much more beautiful the what everyone else in town spoke. Especially in song form.
She woke up one night to clanging noises, screams and the smell of smoke. she looked out her window and there were cloaked figures running through her town setting fire to all the buildings. People were running, screaming, fighting, dying.
"Zelora!" her father ran upstairs. "go with your mother. stay quiet. I'll find you later" He pushed her towards her mother and her mother grabbed her arm. "you need to move fast"
Suddenly someone burst into their house,
"who do you think you are. Intermingling with another race, producing filth" he added nodding to Zelora.
She stepped back behind her mother.
Her father drew his sword and her mother rushed her out the back.
That was the last time she saw her father. She lost her mother in the chaos. Zelora made it to the woods and hid. She didn't know when she fell asleep but she remembered waking up.
She walked to her home, the town burnt and destroyed. The bodies of those she knew littered the streets, neighbors, friends and her parents.
She was alone.
