Xerordir overheard that the boy had lost his mother, and felt that story time was inevitable now.
"My mother was taken from me too young dragonling. I remember her by the white ring on this pendant." Xerordir sat down on the grass, preparing the tale.
"My father was a traveller, visiting Thanatos out of pure curiosity. He fell in love with my mother, and I was conceived. Now my mother had already given birth to one child, my half sister, who dearly despised me. But the villagers found out that my mother had conceived with a foreigner and he was hunted and killed before I was born. When I was born, I was an outcast, the villagers scorning me for my appearance, the black hair and red eyes being considered evil to them. One day I found a magic book in the forest, hidden in a secret room under the roots of a tree. I taught myself how to use the most basic magic. Then, when I was in my teens, my mother went missing. I went out in search of her, believing my magic could find and save her from whatever had taken her. I found her, but I was too late. I watched on, helpless as a necromancer like myself sacrificed her to a demon, which didn't take to the host. She was slaughtered, the spell failed and the necromancer fled, fearful of the repercussions. I took his book of necromancy and began to learn. But I was placed in custody of my sister, who blamed me for my mother's death. She abused me, hurt me. And one day, I turned round, and killed her, attempting the same ritual the other necromancer had. Then I was chased out by the villagers, although I managed to board a ferry, which took me to Le'raana. My sister is the black ring on the pendant.
