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Inspiration; A backstory of one of my Dungeons & Dragons character, Saria Clovercress. This is what inspired my novel entitled 'Call of the Wind'.
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My name is Saria Clovercress, descendant of the first Feywild fawn who came to these lands, those inhabited by all manners of curious creatures. I was born to the Wind Caller's tribe, a commune of fawns who escaped the Feywild after the archfey, Titania, became Queen of the Summer Court. My ancestors made their homes in the forest we have dwell in for centuries, our numbers multiplied with five distinguished clans amongst the ranks. We Feywild fawn that dwell in this forest are known for being formidable hunter, expert druids able to wield the natural elements and craftsmen of the land.
I belong to the clan of Clovercress, with my father, Dralaeq at the helm. My mother has been gone for as long as I can remember that I hardly remember her touch. My brother Nolas, to who's shadow I've been living in since my birth, is set to become our next chieftain. He lives for his people, much like my father, but I am an untameable spirit. A child of the forest, outcast by the other children in our tribe. I've always known I was different.
The forest calls to me, it speaks to me, as if Mother Earth and I are one. But these voices have not always been kind, on the eve of my seventh birthday I came face to face with a cloaked Darkling. A fey that could have been one of my ancestors left behind to suffer the Summer Queen's curse. He'd been sent to retrieve my head as a prize for Titania, a message for my tribe that we were no longer safe. I stood staring helplessly at the darkling, I wasn't a skilled hunter like my father or brother, nor an expert at spellcasting like the druids. I was his prey, a damsel in distress. Thankfully, no sooner had the Darkling unsheathed his blade did my father arrive with his army, my brother Nolas standing proudly by his side with his bow poised to attack. I was saved that day by my family, yet the cold stare in my father's eyes as he hauled me home to scold me.
After the darkling's visit, the Elders of the tribe were summoned. Together they sealed the forest from the outside world, they charmed the forest to repel unwanted guests and should any make it through the barrier, nature prevented them from finding the Wind Caller Tribe. But my curiosity never waivered, despite my sheltered life. While my father and brother attended hunts, I was sentenced to study under Sheatu, a motherly figure who taught me the way of the Druids, at the Elder's request. While learning the sacred arts of wielding the natural elements, she taught me to fight. It took some time but I soon became proficient with a quarterstaff and daggers, learning to defend myself. My primary spells were healing based, as are most women in the tribe, only the man seemed gifted with wielding the elements for offensive means. The other children of the tribe continued to ignore me but yet I continued to be naïve, continuing to believe that every creature has good in their heart, even after the abuse they hurled at me.
I aged into a young woman just as Sheatu taught me the druid art of Wild Shape. It allowed me to transform myself into the animals that dwelled within my homeland and I soon discovered I was able to communicate with them, in ways I'd wish I'd been able to as a child.
One night, when the moon illuminated the sky at the highest point, a curious creature stumbled across my path. The image of the Summer Queen, Titania, in a ghostly form taunted me. A curse was coming for my homeland. I rushed to inform my father, one again I was scolded. He left, leaving me with Nolas, who could only lecture me to cure my delusions and cursing my aging teacher, Sheatu and the stories she would tell. Moments later the Elders dragged me from the comfort of my home, back into the heart of the forest to show them the ghostly figure. But in her place, the trunk of the Mother tree, guarded by our deity the White Stag, was brittle to the touch. The bark crumbled with rot.
The Elders accused me of treason, I'd brought about Titania's wrath, for reasons I couldn't comprehend. I was banished from the Wind Caller Tribe and the forest in which I'd dwelled for twenty-four years. They closed the protective barrier behind me, refusing my return until I'd found a cure for my homeland. I was given the basics of provisions, and my staff strapped was gifted to me by my teacher, Sheatu. The dagger at my hip, my brother's own. I waited outside the forest for days until I heard the sound of a carriage approaching. A lost fellow guided his horse down the dirt path, his wagon full of supplies. I snuck into the back of the carriage, hoping it would take me forward on my quest.
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