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Chapter 8

It is very rarely that I pen personal missives to myself in my Chronicles,
but this story, while as concrete as it is in his later years, evidence of
his childhood is virtually non-existant. There are many reports that he was
born in Darsylon, however upon investigation I could find no living relatives
or any one else who came to know his name. There is almost no reports of his
existance until is near Hundredth birthday, and many of those who knew him
at this time often spoke that he always seemed to be carrying a burden, a
secret never uttered, but ever visible. So here I, Aljemis, assistant to
the Historian of Thera, Submit my story of the tale of one Crusader, and his
rise through the Guild of Paladins, and that of the Fortress, in the Age that
will come to be known as the Fourth Age.

Aljemis Langheart,
Assistant Historian of Thera
- Fourth Age,



Chapter 1 - The Young Years,

- Writer's Note -

As i have claimed Earlier, Little is known about the life of Araevin prior
to his coming of Voralian, whispers float upon the wind that he was from
the Elven city of Darsylon, however never was this proven, and rescources
close to Araevin claim he never mentioned his Past. However, it was found
that fifty years before Araevins first appearance in Voralian, That a of a
priest of advancing years spoke memory of a young elf upon the battlefield,
his zeal courage, and resolve a beacon for all who fought alongside him. So
it is his testimony, and others i have come to find that remember this young
elf.


"It was upon the battlefield, i first laid eyes upon him, he had come along
with a batch of re-enforcements, both young and old, but all yet untested in
battle. I remember he stood out, for while they stood in formation waiting,
all appeared agitated, glancing about wary eyed, expecting assault at every
turn. He was different, where they were agitated, he was calm, quiet, his eyes
focused, examining the battlefield off in the distance. It was as if he did
not fear, even as the lifeless bodies of our dead pass their formation, his
resolve remained unshakened.

"It was upon the battlefield, i first laid eyes upon him, he had come along
with a batch of re-enforcements, both young and old, but all yet untested in
battle. I remember he stood out, for while they stood in formation waiting,
all appeared agitated, glancing about wary eyed, expecting assault at every
turn. He was different, where they were agitated, he was calm, quiet, his eyes
focused, examining the battlefield off in the distance. It was as if he did
not fear, even as the lifeless bodies of our dead pass their formation, his
resolve remained unshakened.