Tuesday, December 15, 1992
Hello everyone. My name is Zelf. We'll be starting with me here.
Let me explain this a bit to you. What happens usually here is that you get to read a story that takes place at that time, written by some obnoxious know-it-all teenager who calls herself our author and whom I will not mention.
You might see some font in gray at the top of the story. That is just a little side-note by Robin or me or someone. Let me tell you our current ages; as in when we started this site, so you may have a better idea of who you're dealing with. You don't need to know, I'm just telling you. Because.
Robin: 18 1/2
Luna: 16 1/2
Petunia: 26
Zelf (me): 28
That's nice that you know now. Just keep in mind: we're whatever age the author makes us in our stories, at the time. Ignore that we exist in 2011. Notice the dates.
Anyway, now that I've gotten you nice and confused, let me tell you how this story will be a little different, and why.
Why: The obnoxious teenage author is much too lazy to put in all the effort to portray a ten-year-old boy.
Reason #2: Actually . . . I think that's it.
So here we go. I'll start by telling you about my family and mainly, (note the date) the day Robin was born.
So, first let's start with where I come from. You see, there are five types of elves in Arva. Nine, actually. But let's just stick with four for now, and then we'll broaden the subject.
Fire elves, Water, Earth, Air. We are all Earth Elves here, of which there are two types: a Miner and a Tree. Trees are more like the Lord of the Rings elves, light, quick, bla bla bla. Usually they have light coloured eyes, or mainly green or blue ones. Their hair is usually a light shade, but redheads and brunettes are not rare. They have paler skin. My mother was a Tree.
Miners, as you can guess by the name, love rocks. A lot of them actually are miners. They usually use more down-to-earth weapons (literally). They are a bit slower than Trees, but they are a lot stronger; actually the strongest type of elf. They usually have darker skin and it is rare to find one whose hair and/or eyes aren't black or a dark shade of brown. My dad was one.
So I guess here's why there are two different kinds of Earth elves: When you ask someone what they think of at the word 'earth' they might say dirt, rocks, and stuff. Or they might say flowers, nature, yada yada yada.
If you've been paying attention, you might have noticed that I don't really care for the whole flower/nature thing. I mean sure, flowers are nice, but I'd rather hack someone up with a cool-looking sword than shoot them with a small pointy toothpick.
Just saying.
Also, you might have noticed that I said my father is a Miner (he actually is, he works in the mines) and my mom's a Tree.
I am a very rare specimen. I am one in a million.
I know what you're thinking. Why is it so uncommon for a Tree and a Miner to fall in love and have kids? Is it wrong? Are people seriously that racist?
To answer those questions: It's not. No. No.
It is not against the law or anything. It is not frowned on. Mixes are not outcasts, though I did get bullied a lot because of how I looked (green eyes, rare for a Miner. Tan skin, rare for a Tree. Cappuccino brown hair with the occasional golden streak: rare for both). No, it's not that.
The thing is, when a Tree and a Miner have a kid, well, it's not that often that the baby survives. And it's even rarer that it picks up little things from both of its parents rather than sticking to one. That's the thing. The ones who did survive always take on either their mother or their father. Take my baby sister, for example. She took on to Mom. Blonde, same eyes (we all have the same eyes, Angie, Mom and I), same high cheekbones (again, I got those too), same everything.
There are only two true mixes in all of Arva that I know of: Me and my trainer, Nabe.
Nabe's my dad's best friend. Dad wanted Nabe to train me because he'd be the best one to understand me, given that we have all the same traits. Nabe's eyes are green, too. His skin's a little lighter than mine, but he's still a mix, and a successful one.
Now about Robin. My, have we drifted off topic! I always do that. Sorry. I told that to Melody, actually. She got mad at me. Actually, I think she's still a little miffed about the whole kidnapping thing.
. . .
Whatever. Okay, back to Robin. His mom (who is the queen, by the way) was parading the streets the day he was born: December 15. Notice I put the full date on the title, which means it is important and that I was not being as lazy as usual, and that I decided to look it up on the internet.
Somehow, I was convinced that he and Angie (that's my sister. Angelica) were going to get all kissy and ew when they got older and throw me in the dungeons because everyone hated me at school and bossed, pushed and punched me around because they were racist.
I was nine. Spare me.
Let me explain this a bit to you. What happens usually here is that you get to read a story that takes place at that time, written by some obnoxious know-it-all teenager who calls herself our author and whom I will not mention.
You might see some font in gray at the top of the story. That is just a little side-note by Robin or me or someone. Let me tell you our current ages; as in when we started this site, so you may have a better idea of who you're dealing with. You don't need to know, I'm just telling you. Because.
Robin: 18 1/2
Luna: 16 1/2
Petunia: 26
Zelf (me): 28
That's nice that you know now. Just keep in mind: we're whatever age the author makes us in our stories, at the time. Ignore that we exist in 2011. Notice the dates.
Anyway, now that I've gotten you nice and confused, let me tell you how this story will be a little different, and why.
Why: The obnoxious teenage author is much too lazy to put in all the effort to portray a ten-year-old boy.
Reason #2: Actually . . . I think that's it.
So here we go. I'll start by telling you about my family and mainly, (note the date) the day Robin was born.
So, first let's start with where I come from. You see, there are five types of elves in Arva. Nine, actually. But let's just stick with four for now, and then we'll broaden the subject.
Fire elves, Water, Earth, Air. We are all Earth Elves here, of which there are two types: a Miner and a Tree. Trees are more like the Lord of the Rings elves, light, quick, bla bla bla. Usually they have light coloured eyes, or mainly green or blue ones. Their hair is usually a light shade, but redheads and brunettes are not rare. They have paler skin. My mother was a Tree.
Miners, as you can guess by the name, love rocks. A lot of them actually are miners. They usually use more down-to-earth weapons (literally). They are a bit slower than Trees, but they are a lot stronger; actually the strongest type of elf. They usually have darker skin and it is rare to find one whose hair and/or eyes aren't black or a dark shade of brown. My dad was one.
So I guess here's why there are two different kinds of Earth elves: When you ask someone what they think of at the word 'earth' they might say dirt, rocks, and stuff. Or they might say flowers, nature, yada yada yada.
If you've been paying attention, you might have noticed that I don't really care for the whole flower/nature thing. I mean sure, flowers are nice, but I'd rather hack someone up with a cool-looking sword than shoot them with a small pointy toothpick.
Just saying.
Also, you might have noticed that I said my father is a Miner (he actually is, he works in the mines) and my mom's a Tree.
I am a very rare specimen. I am one in a million.
I know what you're thinking. Why is it so uncommon for a Tree and a Miner to fall in love and have kids? Is it wrong? Are people seriously that racist?
To answer those questions: It's not. No. No.
It is not against the law or anything. It is not frowned on. Mixes are not outcasts, though I did get bullied a lot because of how I looked (green eyes, rare for a Miner. Tan skin, rare for a Tree. Cappuccino brown hair with the occasional golden streak: rare for both). No, it's not that.
The thing is, when a Tree and a Miner have a kid, well, it's not that often that the baby survives. And it's even rarer that it picks up little things from both of its parents rather than sticking to one. That's the thing. The ones who did survive always take on either their mother or their father. Take my baby sister, for example. She took on to Mom. Blonde, same eyes (we all have the same eyes, Angie, Mom and I), same high cheekbones (again, I got those too), same everything.
There are only two true mixes in all of Arva that I know of: Me and my trainer, Nabe.
Nabe's my dad's best friend. Dad wanted Nabe to train me because he'd be the best one to understand me, given that we have all the same traits. Nabe's eyes are green, too. His skin's a little lighter than mine, but he's still a mix, and a successful one.
Now about Robin. My, have we drifted off topic! I always do that. Sorry. I told that to Melody, actually. She got mad at me. Actually, I think she's still a little miffed about the whole kidnapping thing.
. . .
Whatever. Okay, back to Robin. His mom (who is the queen, by the way) was parading the streets the day he was born: December 15. Notice I put the full date on the title, which means it is important and that I was not being as lazy as usual, and that I decided to look it up on the internet.
Somehow, I was convinced that he and Angie (that's my sister. Angelica) were going to get all kissy and ew when they got older and throw me in the dungeons because everyone hated me at school and bossed, pushed and punched me around because they were racist.
I was nine. Spare me.