Backstory: Reveryn

Reveryn: My name is Reveryn. A wood elf archer-No wait…a badass wood elf archer. And this is my life before The Party. Before I get started, I wanna say a few things. This story covers some real-life problems that some us have faced or our facing. So if you’re very sensitive to any feelsy content, either read with caution or keep yourself form nearly crying. Also, im not gonna go through every aspect of my life, im only gonna time-skip from here so you can see the important parts of my life. Now without further-a-do, let’s get started. Ahem. It all started when eye was born. I opened my eyes for the first time. The first thing I saw was the doctor who was holding me, and when I looked over to an empty bed and chair, no one was there. You can probably guess who’s missing. I abruptly began to cry, starting of my life with a greaaat start. Anyway, time-skip some years.

5 years later

Reveryn: *is playing with a toy train in his room* Choo choo. All aboard the train around the Sun! Choo chooo!

“Trains don’t go around the Sun, Reveryn.”

A man wearing life-looking robes, lon, swept-back hair, and a beard stands in the doorway.

Aaand that right there is my douchebag father, Ro’chun. He is High Chancellor of the Wood Elves in Havood, home to the Wood elven. He’s also a major control freak, as you’ll see in a little bit.

Reveryn: Hi daddy.

Ro’chun: *walks in* What are you doing in this time of day?

Reveryn: My train can go to the Sun!

Ro’chun: Really? Let me see. *takes Reveryn’s train and goes over to the balcony*

Reveryn: H-hey! *gets up and follows* That’s mine!

Ro’chun: You said your train can go to the Sun. I just want to see. *tosses the toy train over the balcony and it plummets down to the deep ground below* Hm…I think your train must be broken

Reveryn: *begins to wail* WWAAAAAAAA! I LOST MY TRAIN! WAAAAAAAA!

Ro’chun:  Hush up! No son of my weeps for a simple toy. Trains can’t go to the Sun, Reveryn. It's called reality, something you should try living in sometime.

Reveryn: Can’t you get me another one?

Ro’chun: My son shouldn’t bee playing with toys, instead he should study our culture or how to be in touch with the our people.

Rever: Oh…can you atleast go get my train?

Ro’chun:  Can you see it down there?

Reveryn: N-no…

Ro’chun: Then there you have it. *turns and leaves the room*

Reveryn: *simply looks over the balcony, then plops down and begins to silently sob*

Reverym: Yea, and thus begins my growing dislike for my father. You will be seeing alot of this.