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Eleen: That day, the hellish beginning of these struggles....
- The memories return to her, her mental nemesis does not easily rest forgotten...
A sunny afternoon in the royal forest, a longing, an urge, for freedom. As she sprinted towards the mountain she could feel her heart beat faster and her body becoming lighter. Wind rushed past her as is it did not hinder her, rather she felt as if the wind itself was hurled around her, to support her, to push her forward. Up. And for a second, the world seemed to disappear all together. Her feet left the ground and she soared through the open spaces between the trees. Then she saw them, on the surface of the water, her reflection revealed to her what her fantasy really was. Wings. Wings and amber eyes. What she really was; a magic wielding freak of nature. One of the Endara, part human, part animal.
The feared curse. Disease. And the second she realized what she had been enjoying her wings shattered and she tumbled to the ground by the lake. She crawled to a nearby log, sat herself down on it and watched horror struck the trail of feathers she had left.
When a body, cursed by the Endara (the bond), first chose to reveal to it's owner what he or she have been carrying around, the owner of the body is presented with a choice. Either the person might accept the animal residing inside of her and thereby be blessed with its might or she can choose to repent it, and by doing so cursing herself. People of the Endara have the ability to use magic. Those whom has accepted their bond might use if freely, as they wish. However the ones that repelled their true form can only use so much of the magic... By using it they allow their inner beast to come forth, gradually, permanently taking over their body. Once a human has been fully transformed, there is no return. She will, from that day on be known only by her bestial form. People fear the Endara, they loathe the magic users. For the princess of the country, the heir to the thrown to shove these first signs of transformation… It was beyond catastrophic, and if the people should ever find out… Her choice had been made. -
- The memories return to her, her mental nemesis does not easily rest forgotten...
A sunny afternoon in the royal forest, a longing, an urge, for freedom. As she sprinted towards the mountain she could feel her heart beat faster and her body becoming lighter. Wind rushed past her as is it did not hinder her, rather she felt as if the wind itself was hurled around her, to support her, to push her forward. Up. And for a second, the world seemed to disappear all together. Her feet left the ground and she soared through the open spaces between the trees. Then she saw them, on the surface of the water, her reflection revealed to her what her fantasy really was. Wings. Wings and amber eyes. What she really was; a magic wielding freak of nature. One of the Endara, part human, part animal.
The feared curse. Disease. And the second she realized what she had been enjoying her wings shattered and she tumbled to the ground by the lake. She crawled to a nearby log, sat herself down on it and watched horror struck the trail of feathers she had left.
When a body, cursed by the Endara (the bond), first chose to reveal to it's owner what he or she have been carrying around, the owner of the body is presented with a choice. Either the person might accept the animal residing inside of her and thereby be blessed with its might or she can choose to repent it, and by doing so cursing herself. People of the Endara have the ability to use magic. Those whom has accepted their bond might use if freely, as they wish. However the ones that repelled their true form can only use so much of the magic... By using it they allow their inner beast to come forth, gradually, permanently taking over their body. Once a human has been fully transformed, there is no return. She will, from that day on be known only by her bestial form. People fear the Endara, they loathe the magic users. For the princess of the country, the heir to the thrown to shove these first signs of transformation… It was beyond catastrophic, and if the people should ever find out… Her choice had been made. -
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