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[Legerion]

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The moon was getting high in the sky of Malas, a fresh breeze was flying through the land and a sweet honey like smell was exciting the nose of those still awake. This elf was one of them, walking slowly on the rooftop of the Shimmering Moon, rocking little Sharic, his 5 months old son, in his arms. The elf had a lot on his mind, the threat of the separatists, the rumor of an old evil walking the lands again, little Sharic not doing his nights, his heart not working well... but... most of all... the elf felt a hole in his heart... a part of his identidy missing...

Feeling that Sharic was asleep in his arms, he careful went downstairs in the boy’s room and layed him down carefully in his bed, tucking him softly and making sure that he will stay warm all night. He then kissed his forehead softly before to quietly leave the room. He quickly checked on Nevaeh that was sleeping like an angel. Thoughts were flying through his mind as he made his way to his old chest where he stored all his clothes and items from the time that he was a ranger, a protector of the lands of Sorcafor and then of Britannia. He smelled his old clothes and the smell was bringing a lot of souvernirs back to his mind but it also brought back the strong desire to put on these clothes again and to live in the wild once again ... a tear came to his eyes... his heart was hurting once more... but this time it wasn’t due to stress... but these thoughts faded as Cassandra sat next to him, wondering why he had taken out all his old clothes and items. He quickly threw the items back in the chest, without locking it since he knew that soon he would need them again. Hearing little Nevaeh that had waken up, they both headed downstairs to her room and then...
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Legerion Sorcafor
Father and Husband
The Elf, Counsellor to Lord Isk of Magincia