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Photoshop CS Raekwon is 1350 years old and a very special warrior birthed of the knowledge of the Efraets. Oldest friend of Elwen, they finished to fall in love together. _" Je suis né du savoir des Efraets. Suis-je né, ai-je été créé? Je n'en sais rien. Et mes souvenirs de cette epoque sont trop lointains à présent pour que je m'y attarde. Tout ce que je sais, c'est que j'ai survécu à mes créateurs qui emportèrent avec eux la raison de ma création. Un seul Efraet, un survivant, devint l'un de mes amis. Il s'appelait Adam. Durant plusieurs décenies, nous avons parcouru les mondes, observant les jeunes peuples émmergeants, recherchant d'autres hypothétiques survivants du vieux peuple des Efraets. En vain. Puis vint le premier conflit entre les peuples d'Arcea. Massacres, tueries, sang, barbaries... Adam ne s'en remit jamais, écoeuré par la bêtise des humains, des elfes, et de tous les peuples qui prirent part aux combats qui s'étaient déclenchés sur une raison aussi stupide qu'inconnue pour la plupart de ceux qui y laissèrent la vie. Après ce conflit, nos chemins prirent donc deux routes différentes: il s'isola du monde dans un temple de la Plaine de Lad'mun, je découvris que le chemin du combat était instinctivement gravé dans mes veines. Il me demanda alors de prendre soin de sa descendance si un jour il trouvait la compagne qu'il espérait. L'imaginant vraiment pas père de famille, je jurais en riant à moitié. Après cela, durant plus de 800 ans, je vécus au milieu des hommes et de leurs guerres, j'ai vu nombre d'amis disparaître, ainsi que leur fils, et les fils de leurs fils au cours des batailles et des âges, voyant l'histoire se repéter sans fin. Puis une lettre me parvint. Adam me demandait de tenir ma parole. Il me disait avoir trouvé une compagne et qu'il allait quitter son temple pour la suivre malgré la menace de mystérieux guerriers noirs qui depuis plusieurs décenies s'étaient lancés à la poursuite des rares survivants Efraets. Je vis un malheur se profiler, mais je ne parvint pas à temps: Je ne peut voir que son corps inerte qu'une femme aux longs cheveux noirs couvrait de ses bras. Aucune larme n'était dans les yeux d'or de cette compagne. Intrigué par cette Elandra, je la suivis comme une ombre durant les semaines qui suivirent. Son chemin la mena à L'Ancienne Tour d'Aekkylinie, La Tour des Mages. Puis comme une fugitive, à Talinn, qui portait à cette epoque un tout autre nom. Elle était enceinte!... Les paroles d'Adam me revinrent à l'esprit. Je restait dans l'ombre, observant. Et je partis, reniant ma parole avant la naissance de l'enfant. Car après tout était-ce vraiment l'enfant d'Adam? Cette femme froide ne m'inspirait aucune confiance. Mais le remords me rongea. Durant plusieurs années. Adam avait un enfant et je l'avais laissé derrière... Je retournais à Talinn, 17 ans plus tard. Et y découvris cet enfant: une jeune fille aux cheveux noirs et longs comme les Efraets, aux yeux d'or, sauvage, indomptable, vivant parmi les loups comme une bête sauvage... J'en eut le coeur transpercé... Je la prit sous mon aile, cachant l'attention que je lui portait par l'intermédiaire des elfes sylvains de Talinn. Je devint son maître d'arme, et elle grandissait, belle et vive. Quand je réalisais à quel point je l'aimais, je fuis, disparaissant à nouveau. Car comment l'aimer quand tant de siècles nous separaient. Ce n'était qu'une enfant... Mon refuge pendant les 10 années suivantes fut l'île des dragons, le lieu sûrement le plus dangereux de tous les continents. J'espèrais peut-être y perdre la vie pour ne pas avoir à retourner auprès d'Elle... Mais, il y a cent ans, une nouvelle page du monde se tournait, page sur laquelle j’ai pu à nouveau écrire mon nom, mais surtout des évènements funestes L' amenèrent à moi. Et j’ai pu faire de celle que j’aimais la compagne du chemin de mon existence. Et peu importait notre différence d'âge. Aujourd'hui, avec elle et nos deux filles, et même si aucune des deux n’est de mon sang, nous formons une famille, le noyau de ma raison d’être. Guerrier errant, elles ont fait de moi le gardien de leur bonheur, et me faisant, par la même, tenir une promesse faite à un vieux compagnon..." Raekwon ©  __________ _" I was born from the knowledge of Efraets. Was i born, Were i’ve been created? I don’t know anything about it. And my memories about this time are too far now to loosing time about it. All that I know, it is that I survived my creators who carried with them the reason of my creation. Only one Efraet, a survivor, became my friend. His name was Adam. During several decades, we traveled around the world, observing the young people rising, seeking other hypothetical survivors from the ancient people of Efraets. In vain. Then the first conflict between people came from Arcea. Massacres, slaughters, bloodbath, cruelties… Adam never went back from there, sick about the madness of human, elves, and all people which took part in the combat, which had started on a reason as stupid as unknown for the majority of those which left their life there. After that war, our ways took two different roads: Adam withdraw himself from the world in a temple of the Plain of Lad' mun For my part, I discovered that the way of the fight was instinctively engraved in my veins. Adam then asked me to take care of his descent if one day, he found the partner he hoped for. Really I’ve never could imagining him as a father with family, but I swore while half-joking. After that, during more than 800 years, I lived in the middle of the men and their wars, I saw many friends disappear, then their son, and sons of their sons during battles and ages, seeing that endless story again and again. Then a letter came to me. Adam asked me to hold my word. He said me to have found a wife and he was going to leave his temple to follow her, despite the threaten of mysterious black warriors who, since several decades, persecuting without rest, the rare Efraets survivors. I’ve feel black clouds coming, but I did not arrive in time: I can see only his cold body, and a woman with long black hairs covered him with her arms. No tear in her golden eyes. Intrigued by this Elandra, I followed her as a shade during weeks. Her steps carried her to the Old Tower of Aekkylinie, the Tower of the Sorcerers. Then like a fugitive, in Talinn, which at that time wear another name. She was pregnant! … The words of Adam returned to my mind. I remained in the shade, observing. And I left, disavowing my word before the birth of the child. Because after all was it really the child of Adam? This cold woman did not inspire any confidence to me. But the remorse corroded me. During several years. Adam had a child and I had left it behind… I turned over to Talinn, 17 years later. And there discovered this child: a girl with the black and long hair like Efraets, with golden eyes, wild, untameable, alive among the wolves like a savage beast… It ruined my heart… I took her under my wings, hiding the attention that I carried to her via the wood elves of Talinn. I became her fencing master, and she grew, beautiful and smart. When I realized at which way I loved her, I ran, disappearing again. How to love her when so many centuries separated us ? Comparing to me, she was only a child… My refuge during the 10 following years was the Dragons’s island, the most dangerous place in this world. Maybe I used to hope losing life, perhaps there never have to turn back near her… But, hundred years ago, a new page of the world was turned over, page on which I wrote my name… Again. Anger, sadness bring her back to me. I’ve saved her from herselve, her madness, her tears, I bring her back to light. She’s my one and only love, divide with her, the way of my existence. And no matter our age difference. Today, with her and our two daughters, and even if they aren’t from my blood, we are a family, the core of my « raison d'être ». Wandering warrior, they make me the guardian of their happiness, and making me, consequently, hold an ancient promise to an old companion…" Raekwon © |
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