Legends of Belariath

Selvin

My first home was quite some ways away from this place. I don't recall if the village was ever given a name, but it didn't matter as few new of us, which saved many of my kin.

I grew up around the time when outsiders, my parents being two of the first taken as slaves, first discovered our village. My father died trying to protect my mother my sister and I, or so I'm told. After this our village was left alone for sometime.

We enjoyed simple things, being fortunate enough to live near a river well stocked with fish and plenty of fruit trees, we were able to keep to ourselves and our society had stayed the same it had been for hundreds of years. We cared for the land and it cared for us. That was until the outsiders came. Then those within our village began to long for the riches of the world around.

By my mid teens I was chosen as the lead hunter, and that meant that my sister and I were well cared for by the others. My mother had always taught us to see our village as one family and that I did. I took it upon myself after many of the elders had been taken away to look after those in the village and it seemed things were quite well. Until they day the outsiders returned.

I remember I was out gathering fruits from the trees some ways across the river. I had a strange feeling that day and had told my sister I wished for her to accompany me, but she convince med to let her stay with the rest of my kin and finish putting up a new hut.

I recall hearing a rustle then loud shouts in some language I would guess was the common language I now speak. I rushed back to the village to find a large troupe of men attempting to take my sisters into carts, using nets and things while my brothers fought, with their only weapons, their claws to defend them. But the men had training and weapons and we were a peaceful tribe.

I followed the caravan for days not sure what to do or where we were going. I remember they stopped at an outpost where I found my sister and attempted to free her. When they returned to camp I was almost found and hid with her, making myself a captive in the process.

I do not remember much else of the travels, but I know my sister was taken at a town an always away from here and I was taken here.

So here I am today writing like a scholar of those outsiders and wearing their clothes. But free once more and home, in my new home with my former mistress and mate Twilight, the reason I am still here. Gods only know what would have happened to me were it not for her.

After seeing what the people of this land are like from a slaves view one might think I should be scornful and hateful. But that is not the way of my people and I know there is good in all those about though I do doubt it from time to time. I guess my brotherliness instilled in me from my life before my captivity still remains, as I wish to help those who need it. Who knows where this task will take me.

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