Rydrake

My, how I've changed. Morticary thought as he looked at the photo in his hands. It was taken not long after he and Rowan were partnered. Since then, he had grown several inches, had his ears pierced with little golden rings, got a tattoo and earned himself an uncountable number of scars. He set the photo back down on the table beside him. He was almost fifteen now, he had been ten back then. He groaned and jumped off the sofa “I'm going out for a walk, Rowan.” A grunt and a nod was her only answer as she hunched over her desk, working on a schematic for a new weapon. Morty slung his bow over his shoulder and buckled his quiver to

“You're not an elf! You're a half blood!" Ten year old Morticary grunted as he was slammed into the wooden wall by his kin. Falling to one knee out of pain, he looked up at the boy who had pushed him, “B..but Damous... we're brothers!” The older elf laughed, to Morticary it sounded cold and cruel. “You were, and still are, nothing more then a mistake. Even mother says so. You never should have been born!” Damous' friends lunged at Morticary, trying to grab him so he would get hit again, but Morty saw an opening and jumped over one of the muscled elves as they bent down. He was out the door and down the street be