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produced. Unfortunately, as happens to many a man, his life was changed when he met a woman. Now that, in and of itself, is usually no cause for concern, however this woman was human. The people of Terroval all knew how the High Elven Court looks down upon the other races, a large portion going so far as to say the other races are inferior. Which brings us to the crux of the problem, a problem that often arises when a man meets a woman and falls in love; They brought a new life into the world.
    Half Elves are not shunned by the people of the Protectorate, however the High Elven Court has a kill on sight policy towards what many of them refer to as half-breeds. A member of the High Elven Guard having such a child is tantamount to treason in many Elven eyes. It did not matter that the mother of the child was Analya Theromvore, niece to the human's King. If anything this simply raised the danger level for the child. Not only would he have to be wary of Elven Assassins, but he would have to beware those of the humans and Dracair. The only way he could keep his beloved wife and son alive would be to find a place for his son to be raised hidden from those that would do him harm. All must believe that the boy had died at birth for any of them to have any peace.
    As morning steadily approached, heralding the time he would be expected to be seen with his grieving wife, Lagelion's mind raced through all of the options available to him. Perhaps the boy could be taken farther out, maybe to the country? He could be raised a farmer or a woodsman. He would be safer with some poor farmer and his wife. They might not find the boy... my boy... Victor.
    “No!” His aggravation and helplessness at the situation he found himself in broke through his usually stoic demeanor. He wrapped himself and his precious bundle a little tighter into his cloak as if it could protect both of them from what was to come. Any that heard the outburst were startled long enough to lose track of the Elf as he bolted around a corner and lost himself in the shadows of the streets and his own dark thoughts.
    There is no time for any of that! I cannot leave her alone long enough to reach such a place. There is no telling what they might do to her if I'm not there to protect her. The only chance for this to work is if I can find that Mystic! He once again wondered about anyone of power who chose to live in the rat infested poor quarter of Safeharbor that was the Civilian Sector. The large part of the Civilian Sector was fairly nice, however the closer you came to the Docks District, the worse the conditions became. The person he was looking for was said to live in the ramshackle buildings just inside the place where the Civilian Sector met the Docks District. Over the past ten months he had held so much hope for his unborn child, but as the time of his birth came closer it became apparent that the High Elven Court would never allow such a child to exist.
    He had spoken to his unborn son about his hopes and dreams, much as he whispered them to the baby boy he cradled in his arms as he raced through the streets. No matter how many times he apologized to the boy for not being able to be there to see him grow the pain would not relent. He would never be there to see his first steps, or hear his first word. He might never know if Victor would take after himself and become a warrior, or if he would take after his mother and use his will to shape the world around him as a Mage. Perhaps he will forge his own path. As he said this to himself he knew that the boy would, if he could survive long enough to find it.
    Lagelion noticed the quality of the craftsmanship put into the buildings around him was getting worse and he knew he was getting close to the part of town he was looking for. There were no nice houses with carriages in front of them here. The City Watch was not present in the same numbers as they were in the more influential neighborhoods either. That meant that there