Oct 31, 2022
zehel na’drazuli, prince of the west
I was born beneath the last moon of summertide. My mother had waited year-long for such a moment. The Celaedian, given great power by the gods, had borne only once before. Those were the Vella’san, made from earth and water and air. My birth was nothing like theirs. I was not created from the soil, nor the rivers or streams. Instead, my mother clove his soul in two to give me breath and a living spirit. To create my body, he used their blood, and to create my heart, my father gave his celestial fire. And thus, I was unlike the elementals that came before me. I was mortal; with all the boons and flaws of a mortal life. I was fully the child of two incredible forces.
