Serpentis Family/Durion/The Dark Elf
Dürion was a shadow. He had an elvish name now and the "Eyolf Serpentis" surname, his father had recognized him, but he would always be an illegitimate son. He was not born from nobility. He was born in one of the lovely conquers of his father. Just a shadow. Whenever he lifted his voice, the nobles would remember that he was just a bastard son of the Great Judge. His personality would be always repressed or compared by the deeds of his father. He would always be the shadow created by the light of the Silver Dragon.
In his individuality, he did a good job. While the Great Judge was always worried with important questions and hard work, he was relatively free to do small domestic tasks. He had faced monsters and undeads in Tallbar, fought against the Sultanate's cowardly dogs and returned to the the region where he began his military life. This time to retake what was lost. And in distant dreams, he imagined that if one day he could be a Lord, he would have legitimate rights to lead Tallbar. Not the rights of an old Lord, foreign and negligent, but the rights of someone that was there fighting for the defense and the reconquest of those lands under the Sirion's flag.
The beginning always demanded hard work. His soldiers were spending too much time on civil work and that irritated them constantly. Any warrior preferred the battlefield. But it was necessary, especially when his father was a Warrior Judge, without much time to visit the heart of Sirion constantly holding courts. And he understood that it was the Lord's duty. Defend their land was beyond any obligation. And when they failed in this obligation, he would be there to represent his father. And he knew it made him just a shadow.
But that night in Tallbar, he heard a call. Abandoning the troops he walked uncertain and alone by the dark roads through the farms. He felt the sea's caress calling and requesting his presence. He didn't need torches or fire to light his way. One of his great abilities was to see perfectly in the dark. He was a shadow and felt perfectly comfortable in the darkness. The voice kept calling him.
Dürion continued walking to the northern beaches. He heard the calling of Skezard. And astonished he stood before the vast waters. A dragon roared and the water became restless. Even on that quiet night the thunders sounded wild and furious. In an explosion in slow motion, the Warrior Goddess emerged from the dark waters. Incredibly beautiful and powerful. The Sturdy Chainmail of the Maiden which had belonged to his father seemed perfectly suited to Her voluptuous breasts. The Dark Mother. Elune in Her grace.
The Dark Mother: "Young Dürion. You have to know. The light casts a shadow. And the greater the light is, greater will be the shadow. You will never be a Silver Dragon. I've already wove your fate. A spider weaves perfect patterns. Your father is my beloved immortal. I wove his fate. And now I will draw your own..."
Dürion was proud even knowing his inferiority. He knew the pride of his father. But none of this prevented him to kneel humbly.
The Dark Mother: "Your father is my Sword and Shield. He is my Justice. For too long my armor belonged to him and he was my Armor. He is my Religion and Devotion. He is my Love. And through our Love, you were born. But the light can not be imminent. You'll be my dark cloak. You will be my Dagger and my Poison. You will be my Black Dragon. You are my son and you will obey my orders. Never try to escape your fate. Are you ready, young dragon?"
Dürion Eyolf: "I'll be the Shadow and Darkness. I'll be Your dark cloak and Your poisoned dagger. I will follow my Fate. I'm ready!"
Elune smiled. Not a sweet smile. Just a confident smile. The sacred Goddess kissed the forehead of Her obscure son. And then She disappeared again into the sea.
Dürion was ready to obey his Fate.
