Come first century
Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2023 11:47 pm
And so came the day when the child turned adult. How come he didn't feel any different? Shouldn't he feel something by now? Anything? Eon sighed with disappointment the morning he woke up 100 years old and still feeling like a youngling.
Luckly, he had a back up plan. For months he had sought the counsel of his elders, asking for ways to become wiser, even magical ways if possible. He'd get but one recommendation: travel.
The elves are friends to travelling, to the roads and the thrill of exploration. The Wanderlust was ever present, really, and the only thing holding him back now was his duty to the Elder Queen, to Arandor and its people. So right after his birthday party, he spoke to Siora and asked her for something he'd never imagine.
"Would you relieve me from my duties? For a time?"
He explained to her what he had in mind and the queen, for his surprise, granted his request. Siora had a knowing smile on her face, which made Eon think she probably knew what he felt. Surely, no adult elf is a stranger to the Wanderlust and its effects. The desire to simply wander and get lost in the world, only to return later - changed, more mature and, perhaps, wiser.
Eon's time had come. And he knew it; he felt it. Would he change? How long would he be gone? He didn't know, but he was ready. Waking up with a child's mind was the sign he was waiting for. He need to go. He needed experience.
The bags were packed since the day before. He tied them to Griggo's saddle and climbed onto the bear. And before the sun had risen, he was far from the jewel of the east, his hometown and his heart: Arandor.
"I will return", he whispered to the wind, before finally turning around and beginning his journey.
Luckly, he had a back up plan. For months he had sought the counsel of his elders, asking for ways to become wiser, even magical ways if possible. He'd get but one recommendation: travel.
The elves are friends to travelling, to the roads and the thrill of exploration. The Wanderlust was ever present, really, and the only thing holding him back now was his duty to the Elder Queen, to Arandor and its people. So right after his birthday party, he spoke to Siora and asked her for something he'd never imagine.
"Would you relieve me from my duties? For a time?"
He explained to her what he had in mind and the queen, for his surprise, granted his request. Siora had a knowing smile on her face, which made Eon think she probably knew what he felt. Surely, no adult elf is a stranger to the Wanderlust and its effects. The desire to simply wander and get lost in the world, only to return later - changed, more mature and, perhaps, wiser.
Eon's time had come. And he knew it; he felt it. Would he change? How long would he be gone? He didn't know, but he was ready. Waking up with a child's mind was the sign he was waiting for. He need to go. He needed experience.
The bags were packed since the day before. He tied them to Griggo's saddle and climbed onto the bear. And before the sun had risen, he was far from the jewel of the east, his hometown and his heart: Arandor.
"I will return", he whispered to the wind, before finally turning around and beginning his journey.