I am Levi Anders, a white elf by birth, however I am much better known by my alias, Nicholas Rune. As I was born in the period known as the Dark and Light War, I grew up with a strong will and determination to put it to an end along with the destruction it cost. Hence the alias and nickname, General Nicholas Rune. Many have attempted to tell my tale from their perspective and a few others have tried to tell it from my perspective as well but, none have got even close to the truth. So I'm finally going to set it straight here in this memoir of sorts.
If you know your way around Alfheim, you should be well aware that my race, the White Elves, were at war with the Dark Elves over who would be the ruling monarch. I was born in a small village called Adasqueil, in the heart of Alfheim, which was home to a few families, including mine. I lived there with my mother and father until I was about seventeen. But when my father was taken prisoner by the Dark Elves, and my mother was slaughtered right in front of me, I knew that I couldn't just hang around anymore. I had to do something to end this war that was killing thousands.
Course, those aren't the only memories I have of my mother and father though. They were pretty average elves in both their social and personal lives. They were friends with every one that knew of them, whether they were new or old friends, young or elderly folk. They were kindly people no matter the circumstance. I had a good life too. I had friends and I had all the love and support I needed which was hard to come across and a blessing compared to the lives of other children my age.
My father was a naturalist who loved to be at one with nature. I guess that would explain why he was so good at bending the plants to his will. My mother was a naturalist as well but she had a thing for the animals. When I was seven, I asked her to show me her power and she did just that. She coaxed a deer from the nearby forest and made it prance right up to me. I reached out and the deer didn't shy away. I laid my hand on it's muzzle and brushed my hand down it's back but it never budged. Mom did this for me quite often after that, just about whenever I asked. The catch was, everytime it was something new. There was a zebra, an otter, a horse, and even a panther. There was more but the list is too long to write.
She would also teach me how to use my powers as well. She was the one that taught me the basics of how to control them and after our daily lesson, would leave me to find out the extent of it. The day that I found that I wasn't a naturalist as my parents were but a more battle centered elf mage, it kind of surprised my mother and father. Me as well, quite frankly. My power could destroy a building in a burst of fire, flood a clearing in seconds or heal my wounds but I could never connect with the nature around me or heal the ones who needed it. We established that I was meant to be a soldier for the good of the colony of White elves, possibly even on the front lines. We had made plans for Father to accompany me to the nearest military recruitment center shortly after I had turned eighteen. I was to practice and polish my skills in the meantime. I had my life all planned out. Little did I know, my life was about to take a major change, and not for the better. For not long after my seventeenth birthday, my Mother lost her life to the enemy and my Father was taken prisoner. Life would never be the same....