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The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.
It is a rare day that I am lost for words, and even rarer that I am lost. I carry with me one of the greatest legacies that ever was, that of my Father, Coldfire (aka: Cofi), and my Mother, Jiniri. My world is dark and cold, peppered with subsequential, impulsive sins which fade like autumn leaves, until crumbling to dust. I've tasted love, though I am at a loss to say whether it was true or not. I have trouble deciding whether to trust my heart or my mind, although the latter proves more dependable 99.9% of the time.
In secret, I fancy myself witty and elegant, while on the outside I appear to be an apathetic tease. I suppose some would prefer it that way, although I cherish my dignity above all else. That, and my family. I would defend both until my death. But wouldn't you love to hear about my life? How I came to be and why I find myself alone? Among the questions that I fancy you might ask are, why you? Why so enchanting, or so full of magic, wisdom, allurement...? I do not know. If ever someone tempted me with the answers, I should turn them down and continue living.
With all of that frivolous speech out of the way, read on, Stranger, read on...
I was born in early November on a stark cold day that I hardly remember. What I do remember are the events that unfolded. Whether you realize it or not, and whether I could say enough, is that you are reading history as it is being written. Cherish my story, if it is all that you ever do for me.
To first be told my story, you must first understand the plot behind it. I belong to an extensively entangled family that all begins with two beings, Cofi and Mahault. Passionately in love, but blinded by fear, they left each other, and in their despair, they settled each with a different lover. Cofi found my mother, Jiniri. Mahault found my cousin, Mettelo's father, Danovi. Except for my mother, they were all connected to one man. A man full of magic, none other than Ostonar. He is a wonderful 'uncle', although I was only introduced to him at birth.
My father, busy with his whirlwind romances and shed responsibilities, left my mother as Mahault left Mettelo. He and I made some sort of pact, like a blood bond. We were together until I began to push away. I resented my father's decision, and I despised him and Mahault for creating things they did not understand. I decided that I would make it impossible for him to ever understand me. I left my mother, although it nearly broke her heart, and I travelled for a short period of time. Over the course of half a year, I heard legends of a demigod, Ynsi, who walked the earth, who actually took it upon herself to digress with the human race. Surely she would think nothing of me? I was wrong...
In my direst hour, Ynsi found me. Bestowing upon me her wise teachings from those before her, I found my own magic. She herself could not believe my power, until she found out who my father was. She knew Ostonar, and Cofi. I begged her to tell them nothing of my existence, even that I had died, but she was deaf. I fled and hid myself, feigning my namesake. It was then that I learned of my father's reunion with Mahault, that savage harlot. They had two children, Mikaellen and Juleri. I half wished to kill her for all that she had done, but I remained in hiding. Somehow, I found peace enough to leave my shadows recesses, to reclaim my past and fashion a new future. Little did I know I myself would be swept up into a little romance...
Not only was my father unfaithful, but careless. He left his two children to the care and watchful eyes of Ynsi, and her affiliate, the Aztec demigod, Selevare. Seething with rage so furious that I was blinded, I sent out to bury the skeletons in my closet. Instead, I found Mettelo. As the fortunes would have it, I found Mikaellen and Juleri as well, who had run away from their home like I had so many times before. Like any new generation wishing to break free of their heritage, we stuck together. But I realized that something was different with Mettelo...He no longer held the same brotherly affection for me as he once did. I grew too proud of myself, and then too did Mikaellen fall for the wild chase.
I admit that I am afraid of love. I know what it has done to my family, I know the power it holds. It can corrupt. I wanted my true love to be pure, but fate prevents me from this one wish...
I found a new passion in my magic, and I practiced most diligently as I hid from my admirers. When I was confident and strong, I hid no longer. I was shy, but I was powerful. If I had not the experience, I had my magic.
As of late, I am indifferent to my father and anyone involved. I stay out of family affairs, and I try to stray away from romance, although temptation is tricky :) . I visit my mother to see if she is well, and I sometimes speak with Ynsi about my magic. I even took a risk to visit Ostonar, my father's teacher, who could only praise me for my self-teachings.
I do not yet know my purpose, but I know that I will belong somewhere, or with someone, someday. I have yet to find it, but that time with come soon enough.
For now, pleasure is enough to get me through ;3
Family: Cofi, Jiniri, Danovi, Mahault, Ynsi, Selevare, Ostonar, Juleri, Mettelo, Mahault.
Friends: Jiniri, Ynsi, Ostonar, Mettelo, Mikaellen, Juleri.
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