My name is Seireadan Nailo and I am a member of the Blooded. My father game me that name it is said with a smile. It means “Untamed Night breeze”. And true to it, as I grew up, I was an unruly elven child, always fascinated by many different things. I have my father to think for that.
My father was the elven bard Feldon Nailo and he was my hero. He knew everything and played the fiddle like it was the easiest thing in the world. He was well-known and travelled around playing music for people and helping out when and where he could. While he was a member of the Blooded and did missions for them on occasion, he took what joy he could when he could. “Being Blooded means we could die at any time, Seireadan. I want people to remember me when I am gone”, he said more than once. He was my hero.
When I was about 42 years old (about 8 in human years) we were staying in the Bardic College in Karn. My father had been asked to teach for a while as he was well respected as a bard and a Blooded. I learned a lot during my stay there; many things there left a mark on me even to this day. However, it was to end in tears. My father would be dead and my mother almost mad with grief.
My parents loved each other dearly. My father had courted her for 15 years before they were wed. I don’t mean the traditional elven way; my father actively pursued her as the humans do for the entire 15. He had said he was so smitten by her that he could do nothing else. For some reason, it worked. And the love they had was never shown better than on the day my father died.
I never knew what father had done to gain his hatred. My best guess is that my father had foiled some evil scheme of his. All I know is that suddenly during lunch in the student lounge, a crazed looking man appeared. Upon seeing our family eating together, he shouted, “Your family dies here and now, thanks to you Feldon!” He then muttered some strange words and out of nowhere an orb of blackness appeared. Four students had the unfortunate fate to be standing near it. The orb moved toward them as if it sensed them. It touched them and to this day I have never heard a sound more terrifying, so utterly horrifying then the sound those students made as they were sucked into the sphere and annihilated from existence forever. My father sprang to his feet shouting for us to run as he moved his hands, casting a spell of speed on everyone he could. The crazed man laughed, “I’ll not let anyone get away.” He then did something that caused every door in the room to close and lock.
My father never hesitated; he grabbed me and threw me through the nearest window. As I sailed through the glass, he shouted for me to grab his black magic bag and get back here as fast as possible. As I sped off down the hill, running faster than I had ever before, I heard more screams behind me. I quickly found the bag in our rooms and headed back. It felt like forever had passed but when I made it back only a few more people had disappeared. Everyone left had gathered at one end of the room behind my father. He faced the crazed man, hand outstretched, strain visible on his face, as they fought for control of the sphere. “Father’” I screamed as I threw the bag toward him.
My father smiled as he caught the bag. “Everyone out,” he shouted, “Even you Xanaphia, now!” Turning, he pulled a wand from the bag and blew out a wall with ball of fire. As students fled through the flaming hole, my mother kissed my father passionately for the last time. “Good bye my love,” she said through the tears and then left with the rest.
“Nooooo! No one escapes! You and your family will die here by my hand! I Braxton Darkson will end all of you! This I swear!” The crazed Braxton started weaving his hands around, preparing a spell of some kind. “No. Today I will kill you,” my father said as he pulled one more wand out of his bag and charged the orb between them both. As he reached it, my father smiled at me for the last time. He then shoved the wand into the orb, causing a massive explosion. That is all I remember.