Of Taelin "Tales" Ma'Karim

[HollowedHeart]

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Taelin awoke with a start sweat covering every inch of his torso, the scars of whips and blade crisscrossing over his tanned skin, his chest heaving heavily as his amber brown eyes open wide. He buries his face into an open palm, closing the eyes set upon his scarred face. His memories flash by him in a whirlwind....The incident at the Sharran Hills, an attack on the goblins, overlapping with flashbacks from his past in Calimshan, the things his dreaded uncle made him do, turning him into a killer, a tool to his own gain.

So long, I have escaped that life that my bastard of an uncle forced on me so long ago...His toy, his pet assassin.....My parents long slaughtered in their sleep, I being the sole survivor of the Ma'Karim, the only one left...He took me in, he took advantage of my innate ability to move quickly and silently through the night...Long nights of training, torture...the whips..the blades...the beatings..the abuse...I remember it all as if it had just happened yesterday..... He clenches his fists in anger, remembering those days in the past.... I remember everything.... Everything I was, everything I was ment to be...Why cant I forget it? Why cant I just move on with my life? why cant I just let it go?

He gets up out of his bed and moves to the mirror, gazing at the scarred man in the reflection for a few moments before he begins to apply make-up to his face, covering up the scars that will always serve as a reminder to his past, putting on the mask, the lie of his existence, his eyes filling with sorrow...And he lashes out, slamming his dagger into the mirror, shattering it to pieces, angry at the mask, angry at the lies he has to put out....It was almost too much pain to carry on the young man's shoulders, but he knew deep down that it is something he must deal with on his own, a burden of anger and self-hatred that he must carry alone....and he fell to his knees at this realization, closing his eyes, his head bowed, unknowing of what to do with himself, and accepting that fact.

[HollowedHeart]

Taelin moves swiftly through the Shaharran Hills, loading a bolt into his crossbow before taking aim at a goblin archer, completely unaware of his presence and he lets the bolt fly forward, slamming into the goblin's throat but his mind is elsewhere, back in the past.

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18 years ago,

It was a typical Calishite day, the sun was blazing over the desert, the salty scent of the ocean blowing in from the docks. For young Taelin, only 5 years of age, it was like any other day, being the son of a wealthy merchant Tasclow and his elven wife Lilienna, life was relatively easy for the young boy, He went to school, he came back to a well made dinner awaiting for him, but he did not know that on this day, his life would change forever.

The night of his 5th birthday, Taelin was fast asleep in bed when a crash was heard from downstairs, he rushed out of his room to find his parents and their servants, and the guards..all of them lying in a blood bath, a horrid looking woman, he head clean shaven, her hand barring a bladed whip as she licked blood from her fingers, she looked toward the young boy, a wicked grin crossing her face as she took a few steps closer to him, cracking her whip in the air, the young half-elf was frightened beyond control, he could not move.

But just then, a long silver blade protruded from the woman's gut, behind her a man wearing a half-mask, a wicked grin crossing his face as he jerked on the blade, dropping the woman in a fit of unbareable pain and he offers a bloodied black gloved hand to Taelin..."Come Taelin, Come with your Uncle"