Elowyn
It has been so many years since I walked through the Eleven wards and saw my home.
Too many.
The moment my feet crossed the threshold of the first vale, something inside me cracked open — a wound I have carried for half my life, throbbing raw and unhealed. Silvenglen’s magic hummed beneath my skin, achingly familiar and painfully foreign. I left this place as a girl. Now, years later, I return as a mother with two children and a lifetime of regret that weighs on every step.
After my mother died, I was thrown out of the only home I had known. Those who despised her also despised me. I lived with scorn all my life. People made remarks about my father, calling him a monster. My mother said they were all lies. She told me my father was a wonderful man. He was handsome, kind, and lov
