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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ink" data-source="post: 3245238" data-attributes="member: 48069">Es pauses for what Endeca conceivably imagines to be a long time. She knows what her talkative friend says chatters with truth. But there is something Endeca doesn’t know. There is something that the carefree elf could not experience.“Endeca, there’s something I haven’t told anyone before. My mother doesn’t make a big deal about hiding the fact, so I guess I can tell you.” The pretty girl stares down at her knees, not looking at anything particular, but not daring to look up at her companion. “I’m not human.I’m Elan. I don’t know if you’ve even heard of our race. It’s become like some kind of secret immortal society that humans whisper about. Well the important part is that I wasn’t born. I was made. I’m not my own person. I don’t know if you can ever understand this but: I can’t do what I want. We don’t all have the freedom you do. I’d give anything to be you Endeca…For me, everything’s not up to the mayor, or the gods…it’s up to my Mother...” Oh how the girl wished Endeca could understand her.  “I’m trapped in this body that lives forever. I will live forever...” Es pauses again, not really sure how lighthearted Endeca will react to her cumbersome truth telling. ”I don’t know how, but I think Mother made herself. I think she may have been the first of our kind. I have heard that much later in history, a council of elder humans detailed and simplified the original process in order to make themselves Elan as well. Through a complicated ritual which involves sacrificing part one’s original mortal form, the Council of Elans can now create other Elans. Mother, through this very secretive emblematic Elan process, gave me life.  From what I can gather, Mother has lived over four thousand years, seventeen of which she has seen fit to share with me. I keep to myself most of the time or people start to get suspicious, some religious groups even think we are deities or immortal constructs sent from the heavens. Even with all their probing, they can never be sure, because Elans will always be a mystery to them. No one knows too much about us, not even us. But I can tell you this. Elans are not their own people. There is a price to immortality that goes beyond what I would pay. That price for me is freedom. I have no idea what Mother paid for hers. Perhaps she to paid more than what she could afford, and is now, as you say, soulless.” [sblock=ooc] Yaaaa Merriest of Christmasses everyone. Happy Jesus's B-day. May God bless you one n ALL!!!! [/sblock]</blockquote>

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