You ask for my name? Truth is, I do not know.

Who am I? That is a question I've asked myself uncountable times, ever since the day I awoke not knowing who I was. It is this day my story begins with and somehow, one might even call it my birthday.

I gained consciousness in a region that is, as I now know, being referred to as the swamps. I had no indications of what I had been doing there or how I actually arrived there. The following days were the most difficult in my life, at least regarding the parts of my life I'm aware of. Constantly fighting death I was lost upon trying to escape the swamps. Half-dead I eventually reached a settlement and after regaining my health I sallied out in order to explore my lost history.

During my quest for identity I sought help by my kin but they either could not or did not want to help me. My brothers and sisters kept their distance and I became a misfit. However I do not bear them a grudge as it was only in their nature to do so for they are Dark Elves - and so am I. Nevertheless I did not share all of their opinions and views and finally my path led back to where I came from.

Whilst all those seasons in the wilderness solitude became my guide. I learned to only trust myself, my hand and the sword I'm bearing. The night was my companion and although the early years were a constant struggle for life I managed to survive. In the end wilderness was no longer a place I only lived in but a place I called home.

Now and then strangers crossed my way, belonging to races I had never dreamed about. Some of those I could protect from meeting the same fate I was supposed to meet. Some of those I owe my life. And some of those even became friends.

Who am I? If this is defined by what we are doing and what we have done, then I do know who I am. But if it is the origin that counts than I'm not even existing.

All I can tell is that I know who I am ... and my story has only just begun.