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So, here is the second part of my story [it has no name yet] and the more i talk to Kayla the more I'm tempted to make yaoi out of it >.> <.< but i probably wont, only cause i promised Darren so. sweatdrop but yes, part two... (it's shorter, but I'll add more later)
Thank you all who are taking the time to read this, I'm working pretty hard on it.


How is it that my reputation withered from royalty to pack mule, thought Nicholi, just one month ago i was seated at the right hand to the king of the elven race and now, in this present moment i am feeding Onyx and setting up a tent.

Ana and Tuvia were in no way aware of Nicholi's past, they wouldn't even be able to fathom the things he's done and seen who he descends from, and why he was banished. With each passing breath he would become more and more hated in his
community.

Nicholi's history is a complicated web that runs from elven blood to human. He was born to Kaine, high king of the elven race, and Valeria a human from the middle class of no special descent. Their relationship was not forbidden so to speak, just frowned upon by society, the part that caused an uproar and eventually a war between the two once allied races was the betrayal. Kaine was King, and a King cannot rule without his Queen. Kaylen, his wife was beautiful, her skin being a pale blue like that of all elves just with more glimmer. Her eyes had a piercing glare that could bring any man to his knees. Kaine loved his wife, there was never a single doubt in the minds of their people about that; and yet, he wanted more. His greed finally overcame his desire to love, and Valeria was always there, for anything he might need. Once Nicholi was born, there was no hiding the affair, for he looked just like Kaine at birth but as he grew, Nicholi began losing his elven features, no more long, slender, and pointed ears, blue glow, or piercing eyes. By the age of sixteen he resembled nothing of an elf, and had the same structure as his human mother. Nicholi is a half breed, the elves saw him only as a filthy human, and the humans wanted nothing to do with him, shunning his face at every possible chance. Year after year he was stuck in a kind of purgatory, with no friends on either side; With no one to to confide in, he became completely solitary, going from wanting people to love, to hating the world.