Analyn was a half elven woman working in a tavern in the villiage of Vanitia. She was happy, working in her father's village. She had short silver hair, the color of her mother's, soft beautiful features, angular like her mother, but she had one blue eye and one green eye. Her father was a strong human man with bright sky blue eyes and her mother, an elven woman whom he saved from a beast chasing after her on her way to the castle. They fell in love over the time she was healing at his house, then one day, Analyn was born. She was graceful, tender hearted, and generous, yet nimble and light footed. Had she been a boy, her father would have taught her to fight, but be it that she was a woman, he felt her place was to be protected over serving as protection. She could cook, she could sing, and oh could she dance. She was the reason for so much business.<br/><br/>One day though she was coming from the woods after gathering herbs and mushrooms for dinner that night to find her home and her beloved town in flames. She heard a roar and she turned to see the creature that had destroyed her home. She took off running through the woods as fast and as fleet footed as she could. Her heart raced and she pushed herself past her limits. Several of the branches had scratched at her face, and grabbed and tore at her dress. She had thrown the basket and picked up her dress to better have more maneuverability and faster she ran. She was unaware of where her feet were taking her, running blinded in one eye and the other clouded with fear she just ran.<br/><br/>Closer and closer to the castle her will carried her. She hoped to get out alive, if only to go look for her father, her only family. Her mother had given up her immortality to be with her father, and when she was about to become a big sister, her mother and her unborn brother had died in the process. It was just her and her father Eric from that day forth. He never married again nor did he take any one girlfriend, but she had heard and known of his throws of passion with women from the town. All of them made sure to bring her something extra special to do while in her room, one even bringing her a new set of ear muffs for the winter. But her extra sensitive hearing was barely muffled by the fluff. She learned to just go to the woods and gather flowers, herbs and the like when he had his, "friends" over.  This time, there was no going back to her home. This time, it was a flight of fear and anger that carried her to the castle.<br/><br/>She raced up the steps and was about to push on the door when there was a loud roar once more and she fell to her knees, covering her sensitive ears. She screamed and soon the sound alone caused her to pass out right there on the step. The only thing she remembered was her father's voice, "<span style="font-style: italic">Analyn, my sweet daughter. There are monsters beyond your imagination, hold this whip with great might and may it's strikes tame even the most dicouraging beasts. And take this staff, it was your mothers. May it guide you where you are meant to go, and may it heal you, no matter what your affliction may be. Be kind to all, and always be yourself. I love you, Always and a day." </span>tears fell from her face as the last thing she saw was the ground coming to meet her. She wondered if she would see her family once again then everything had gone black.