His mother had left him. That or been killed from the war. There wasn't much he could do about it though all things considered. He couldn't see yet, had never eaten... hell, he wasn't even sure anything existed outside this little round prison! He yawned as he tried to push on the surface of his egg. Something sharp made him draw his hand back with a wimper. Dammit. There was the tip of a broken sword lodged in the eggshell! Well that's just great! Now he was sure his mother wasn't coming back! She must think he was killed and left his ass out here! As he thought about it more(and more brain cells were created) he realized he would probably die without a mother. He also smelled the blood around him through the crack in the eggshell.<br/><br/>Alright... so maybe he was lucky to survive? Another scent made him smile. Someone alive... was this his mother perhaps? He cooed as she(from her scent he could tell it was female) approached his ovular prison. However when his hand touched the shell to feel her presence, he smelled... fear? The egg wiggled as he tried to show he was happy, not some bloodthirsty beast! Racking his still developing brains for an idea, he suddenly thought of something as his eyes blinked open. Hitting the side of the egg, he made a small hole in theshell. Peering through the hole he saw an elf girl staring at him, and he said the first thing he could think of.<br/><br/>"Mama?"