As an elven mother, Julya cared about everyone in the family, and she had always been especially proud of her only male son. Bastian was a sweet and handsome cute child, and he behaved exceptionally lovely toward his mother and sisters, being educated, and raised to be a true gentleman. He was a beacon of light in the family, and his kindness and intelligence had always been a source of joy. However, he wanted to improve his martial arts skills so he went on a magic beast hunt with his father, uncle, and 10 of the strongest warriors from the family clan, and after a month, they went missing.
The elders sent several men to search for them, and as a result, they found some wreckage deep in the forest near the den of the magic beast, they found what was described as a horrific scene of an epic battle with signs of destruction everywhere, several bodies scattered over the place, and recovering those bodies did not find Thorem, Duran or Bastian among them. After trying to trace their location, they managed to find the trail of two people who appeared to be badly injured, that trail was lost after an hour's walk from the main battle scenario, and from that time on, as the news reached the family, and their hearts were filled with worry and despair, especially for Julya.
When his body entered the doors of their house, Julya was overjoyed to see him, but could not help but notice that something was different about him. His body had undergone several changes, his body was taller, and his hair was longer with locks in purple shades appearing at the point of his hair. His once golden-sparkling eyes now had purple flecks around the iris and seemed a little distant, and his usual cheerful demeanor had been replaced by a distant, almost vacant expression. It was as if a shadow had fallen over him, and Julya could not help but feel that something was wrong.
Julya struggled with fear when her beloved son, returned after a year with strange behavior. The once vibrant and joyful young elf had become a shadow of his former self, and his mother was at a loss as to how to help him.
The first hours were filled with confusion and heartbreak. She tried to communicate with her son, but Bastian seemed distant and unresponsive, at times completely unconscious. His once bright eyes were now clouded with an inexplicable sadness, and his laughter had been replaced by silence. Julya felt a deep sense of helplessness, unable to understand the cause of her son's transformation.
As the hours passed and he still did not recover, she sought out the elders and wise healers in their village community. They suggested various remedies and rituals help her son, but none seemed to have any real effect, and she began to fear that her son's condition was beyond their understanding and that he might be lost to her forever.
Julya also considered the possibility that Bastian had been bewitched or cursed by some malevolent force. The elven people were very beautiful and graceful and as a result, several were captured into slavery. The elves had always been attuned to the magical energies of the world, and Julya knew that many would seek to use elven powers for their nefarious purposes. Julya prayed to the spirits, asking for their guidance and protection, and hoping that they would help her find a way to bring Bastian back to his true self.
As Julya watched Bastian struggle with his own body and his newfound strange behavior, she felt a mixture of fear, sadness, and determination. Julya knew that she could not stand by and watch her son be consumed by whatever darkness that had fallen upon him and Julya resolved to do everything in her power to help him, even if it meant venturing into the unknown and facing the dangers that lurked there.
In the quiet moments when Julya was alone with her thoughts, she could not help but wonder if she had somehow failed as a mother. And in her mind, she continued to question herself:
“- Had I not taught him the importance of staying true to our elven heritage and the values that we hold dear?”
“- Or had I been too protective, leaving him unprepared for the challenges that he would inevitably face in the world beyond our peaceful village?”
Despite these doubts, Julya knew that she could not let them consume her, that she had to stay strong for her son and her family, and that she had to believe that there was still hope for Bastian. With the love and support of the community and the wisdom of the ancestors guiding her, she was determined to find a way to bring Bastian back from the darkness and restore the light that had once shone so brightly within him.
Determined to find a solution, she embarked on a journey in search of knowledge, trying her best to understand the complexities of his situation. As a High Mage, she tried several ancient spells and rituals that might help her son, but they came with great risks and required immense amounts of resources, courage, and sacrifice. Julya was torn between her desperation to help her son and her fear of the unknown consequences.
As 2 days passed, she was still unsure of the best course of action. Slowly, the light began to return to her son's eyes and his strange behavior began to fade. It was a long and difficult road to recovery, but the elven mother's unwavering love and determination had saved her son from the darkness that threatened to consume him. Bastian was delirious with a very high fever, his mental state fluctuating between conscious and unconscious, mumbling and babbling nonsense all the time.
When he finally recovered, a few days passed, but Julya was worried and kept him under close observation, trying to understand what could have happened to her beloved son during his absence. Julya wondered if he had encountered some kind of danger, or if he had been exposed to the darker side of the world that the elves had always tried to avoid. This was a time of great change and turmoil in her breast, and she feared that Bastian had been caught up in the chaos that surrounded them.
Who could judge the fearful behavior of a mother toward her beloved child, she who saw death in her beloved son's eyes? The light of her life, begotten of his love, nourished in her womb, carried in her womb, born out of her pain, nourished at her breast, loved at her chest, bathed in her hands, polite with affection.
Who could understand the drama of losing her only male child? Perhaps exaggerated, even exaggerated, but nothing compares to motherly love.
As an elven mother, Julya cared about everyone in the family, and she had always been especially proud of her only male son. Bastian was a sweet and handsome cute child, and he behaved exceptionally lovely toward his mother and sisters, being educated, and raised to be a true gentleman. He was a beacon of light in the family, and his kindness and intelligence had always been a source of joy. However, he wanted to improve his martial arts skills so he went on a magic beast hunt with his father, uncle, and 10 of the strongest warriors from the family clan, and after a month, they went missing.
The elders sent several men to search for them, and as a result, they found some wreckage deep in the forest near the den of the magic beast, they found what was described as a horrific scene of an epic battle with signs of destruction everywhere, several bodies scattered over the place, and recovering those bodies did not find Thorem, Duran or Bastian among them. After trying to trace their location, they managed to find the trail of two people who appeared to be badly injured, that trail was lost after an hour's walk from the main battle scenario, and from that time on, as the news reached the family, and their hearts were filled with worry and despair, especially for Julya.
When his body entered the doors of their house, Julya was overjoyed to see him, but could not help but notice that something was different about him. His body had undergone several changes, his body was taller, and his hair was longer with locks in purple shades appearing at the point of his hair. His once golden-sparkling eyes now had purple flecks around the iris and seemed a little distant, and his usual cheerful demeanor had been replaced by a distant, almost vacant expression. It was as if a shadow had fallen over him, and Julya could not help but feel that something was wrong.
Julya struggled with fear when her beloved son, returned after a year with strange behavior. The once vibrant and joyful young elf had become a shadow of his former self, and his mother was at a loss as to how to help him.
The first hours were filled with confusion and heartbreak. She tried to communicate with her son, but Bastian seemed distant and unresponsive, at times completely unconscious. His once bright eyes were now clouded with an inexplicable sadness, and his laughter had been replaced by silence. Julya felt a deep sense of helplessness, unable to understand the cause of her son's transformation.
As the hours passed and he still did not recover, she sought out the elders and wise healers in their village community. They suggested various remedies and rituals help her son, but none seemed to have any real effect, and she began to fear that her son's condition was beyond their understanding and that he might be lost to her forever.
Julya also considered the possibility that Bastian had been bewitched or cursed by some malevolent force. The elven people were very beautiful and graceful and as a result, several were captured into slavery. The elves had always been attuned to the magical energies of the world, and Julya knew that many would seek to use elven powers for their nefarious purposes. Julya prayed to the spirits, asking for their guidance and protection, and hoping that they would help her find a way to bring Bastian back to his true self.
As Julya watched Bastian struggle with his own body and his newfound strange behavior, she felt a mixture of fear, sadness, and determination. Julya knew that she could not stand by and watch her son be consumed by whatever darkness that had fallen upon him and Julya resolved to do everything in her power to help him, even if it meant venturing into the unknown and facing the dangers that lurked there.
In the quiet moments when Julya was alone with her thoughts, she could not help but wonder if she had somehow failed as a mother. And in her mind, she continued to question herself:
“- Had I not taught him the importance of staying true to our elven heritage and the values that we hold dear?”
“- Or had I been too protective, leaving him unprepared for the challenges that he would inevitably face in the world beyond our peaceful village?”
Despite these doubts, Julya knew that she could not let them consume her, that she had to stay strong for her son and her family, and that she had to believe that there was still hope for Bastian. With the love and support of the community and the wisdom of the ancestors guiding her, she was determined to find a way to bring Bastian back from the darkness and restore the light that had once shone so brightly within him.
Determined to find a solution, she embarked on a journey in search of knowledge, trying her best to understand the complexities of his situation. As a High Mage, she tried several ancient spells and rituals that might help her son, but they came with great risks and required immense amounts of resources, courage, and sacrifice. Julya was torn between her desperation to help her son and her fear of the unknown consequences.
As 2 days passed, she was still unsure of the best course of action. Slowly, the light began to return to her son's eyes and his strange behavior began to fade. It was a long and difficult road to recovery, but the elven mother's unwavering love and determination had saved her son from the darkness that threatened to consume him. Bastian was delirious with a very high fever, his mental state fluctuating between conscious and unconscious, mumbling and babbling nonsense all the time.
When he finally recovered, a few days passed, but Julya was worried and kept him under close observation, trying to understand what could have happened to her beloved son during his absence. Julya wondered if he had encountered some kind of danger, or if he had been exposed to the darker side of the world that the elves had always tried to avoid. This was a time of great change and turmoil in her breast, and she feared that Bastian had been caught up in the chaos that surrounded them.
Who could judge the fearful behavior of a mother toward her beloved child, she who saw death in her beloved son's eyes? The light of her life, begotten of his love, nourished in her womb, carried in her womb, born out of her pain, nourished at her breast, loved at her chest, bathed in her hands, polite with affection.
Who could understand the drama of losing her only male child? Perhaps exaggerated, even exaggerated, but nothing compares to motherly love.
