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25 October 2014 @ 04:01 pm
Novilunio  
Title: Novilunio
Chapter: 1/?
Author: simply_emotion @ glamourvette
Genre: Drama | Adventure
Rating: PG, for now.

Summary: Tyr'na Entheri, Keeper of the Moon. This is the title given to all Miqote who dwell in the cloak of night. I was a pure-breed if there ever was one, a true son of Menphina the Lover. Hair, skin and eyes the color of freshly fallen snow, yet secretly I craved the warmth of the sun.



Novilunio
Prologue: Eyes Closed and Traveling


Tyr'na Entheri, Keeper of the Moon. This is the title given to all Miqote who dwell in the cloak of night. I was a pure-breed if there ever was one, a true son of Menphina the Lover. Hair, skin and eyes the color of freshly fallen snow, yet secretly I craved the warmth of the sun.

I was born in the misty forests of the Black Shroud, to parents and a clan that I have no memory of. They were a less than reputable sort, I'm told. Bandits, theives, and martyrs for a dead way of life that no longer served a purpose in the new world. Through circumstances beyond the control of an infant, I found myself growing up in the sweltering deserts of Thanalan. I was taken in by a Hyur family and raised in the customs and traditions of the Ul'dahni people. I became known as Tyr Leif, son of Matthias and Gallia Leif, younger brother to Vaughn Leif.

As a Leif, I had status as one of the oldest and wealthiest military families Ul'dah. My new adoptive parents were both hailed as war heros in the fight against the Garleans. Matthias was a headmaster of the Gladiators guild and Gallia a high standing member of the Thaumaturges. I inhereted relatives who were key political figures within Ul'Dah heirarchy, some reaching to the ears of the Sultana herself. Because of this, I spent the first few years of my life at the center of unwanted attention.

As a Keeper of the Moon, there were certain prejudices inflicted upon me even as a child. Unlike our agreeable counterparts, the Seekers of the Sun, Keepers were known to be reclusive, secretive, and radicals in their beliefs. Feral in nature and easily provoked. The Ul'Dahns conjured elaborate fairytails that depicted them as violent creatures that lurked in the night, ready to slit your throat and take youe gil should you ever stumble upon one.

This was all based on shorthand news passed on by travelers from the Shroud, degraded and distorted by each new bias and opinion that exchanged it. The people of Ul'Dah had no real experience with the Keepers and so chose to trust in lies of fear than take their chances with an uncertain truth.

People often told me that I was trouble waiting to happen. It was only a matter of time before I bit the hand that fed me. Family members and friends alike told Matthias that it has been mistake to take me in and that I should be sent off to Twelves only knew where, just as long as they were rid of me. I was looked down upon by my teachers and alienated by my classmates. Market goers stared at me in passing, whispered behind my back when they thought I wasn't listening. Very few dared to come near me.

The only friendship I had was that of my brother.

Vaughn was three years older than me and he played the role of my protector well. Bright-eyed, full of life and adventure, I was always chasing after him. Wanting to be him. Constantly craving his attention. He was my best friend in a city that felt like my enemy. He sheilded me from all of it. He treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him, and I adored him for it.

Growing up, there was no end to the mischeif that Vaughn and I got ourselves into. We often ventured out into the southern sands of Thanalan, looking for an escape from mundane city life. Despite the dangers, we explored the vast caverns of Broken Waters and played hide and seek in the ruins of Qarn. We built secret hideouts where not even the city guards could find us and imagined our days away as the glorious adventurers we would one day become.

When he we became overly daring, we set off in search of the rumored "Corpses" that were said to lurk in The Sepulchre or tried for a glimpse of the exotic Amaalja near the borders of the Zanrak labirynth. We never made it far, however. We were always caught by the Flames who patroled the area and sent straight home for a good scolding at the hands of our parents.

During the summer, Matthias would sometimes take us out on one of his dinghys to the western shores where we battled snippers with sticks and stones and played in the waters until the sun set over the horizon. When we couldn't go far from home, we fished in the Soot Creek or scavenged for lizards, snakes, and bugs that Gallia never allowed us to bring home.

When it became clear to us that we would never be allowed a pet at home, we took to raising sandskin peistes in one of our dens. They didn't make the best or most loving pets, but it was fun watching them grow and then releasing them back into the wild. Once, we even took in a baby Sabotendor that had stayed from its kin. Being the naive boys that we were at the time, we thought we could tame and train the creature.

It went well for about four days... and then its needles grew in.
When we showed up at our own doorstep that day, covered in cactuar needles, my tail between my legs and Vaughns head hung low, Matthias had a great laugh at our expense. Gallia forbid us from ever going out into the desert again and we spent the next two weeks nursing our own wounds.