I was born in the Golden Clan of Star, which was the noblest family on the Lightning Grassland. But my noble blood didn't bring me glory but became the beginning of my miserable fate. It was said that after the Holy War, my ancestors established a ruthless precept that members of the Golden Clan must follow, which was that the Golden Clan could only be inherited by one male in every generation. Therefore, our clan remained a small one for hundreds of years and we always had one hero in every generation. But it was the very reason that I was doomed to die.
The cold wind blew the snow into the backyard of a noble family. A young man stood outside the door, clasping his fists and walking around the door anxiously, while the guards around stood like statues in the snow, not letting anyone else in. Suddenly, there was a cry of a baby coming from inside the door, and the man was overjoyed and grabbed the guard in front of the door and shouted ecstatically, "Finally! Finally! I have a son! I have a son!”
He opened the door and wanted to rush in, but he was stopped by the doctor as soon as he reached the door. The doctor said to him with a serious face, “Sir, I'm sorry. I think you want to see this.”
After hearing the doctor's words, the man pushed the doctor away, closed the door, and walked to the bed to see his wife and children. But his joy turned into a gloomy face immediately, and he sat weakly on his wife. By the bedside, he picked up the two babies and called the doctor in. He asked the doctor which of the two children had stronger physical fitness and stronger bones. The doctor pointed to one of them.
The man handed the weaker child to the doctor, and then he sighed heavily and held back his tears, “Take care of him. You know the prophecy. Keep it between you and me, otherwise, it will bring great disaster to my family.”
“Yes, of course I know, sir.” The doctor replied.
Then the man took out a small golden plate which was symbolizing the family mark and walked to the child. He touched the child's sleeping face, and then put the small golden plate in the robe that wrapped the child, and he said,” You should have a name, otherwise, you will suffer for the second time when you are down there. Well, my poor son, you shall be named Murin!
The wife who gave birth to two children woke up and saw what was going to happen. Her face was grey with exhaustion but she still sat up and wanted to reach out and grab her child. She kept screaming, “My baby! What are you doing!” The woman fainted. And this pale and powerless woman who wanted to save her son was none other than my mother Lydia, and the man standing next to her who cruelly abandoned his child for a false prediction was my father Eric.
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The wind and snow outside became heavier. The doctor wrapped me in a robe and strode out. He mounted his horse and rode off, disappearing into the cold night of early winter.
Finally, he stopped by a frozen lake and put me down. By the ice lake, he squatted and said with sympathy on his face, “God bless you, poor child. Please forgive me.” After that, the doctor wiped his tears and went away.
The cold wind blew my weak body, poor me, crying is the only thing I could do now. But maybe God really heard the doctor's wish and he sent a hermit passing by to rescue me. That man picked me up and wrapped me in his tightest clothes.
“Almighty God, who is so ruthless to treat a newborn child like this? They will be punished!” The middle-aged hermit hurried to the forest by the lake. He was a famous figure of the Scourge in the Holy War, Neal the Dark Elf. He was the only one who had a benevolent heart among the Dark Elf. In the decisive battle, he secretly set many human warriors and Star races free.
I had a high fever after I was rescued by Neal. Neal took me to a doctor at great risk because I was a human being. The potion used on elves doesn't work on me. The doctor saw Neal and he thought Neal was from the Elf Clan in the forest and didn't pay too much attention to him, so he diagnosed me just like he did to many other elves.
Neal took care of me and treated me like his son. So, he became my adoptive father, and he named me Michael. In order not to attract the attention of others, he also used the elves' magic to change my appearance to make me look like an elf.
I have been under the love of my adoptive father for ten years. Neal taught me all kinds of magic and martial arts, he taught me how to feel the earth, to absorb power from the sky and the ground. I became stronger, and I had been hunting in the forest where we live since the age of seven. No matter it was a leopard or a fox, I could catch them as easy as winking. I seem to be born with more energy than others, and I won't get tired no matter how long I ran.
When I was ten years old, I rescued a child whose look was very similar to mine in a trap by the forest. Although I was annoyed that he destroyed my trap because Neal and I might be starving tonight, I still bandaged him when I noticed that his hand was injured, and I also healed him with the spells I just learned from Neal. I thought he was a nice and kind-hearted person and I believed he ruined my trap just because he saw an injured deer in it.
Judging from his clothes, I could tell that he came from a very noble clan. I had a talk with him for a long time and he decided to give me a gift to thank me for saving him. It was the very gift that let me know how miserable I was and how ruthless my biological father was.
In fact, Neal had told me that I was not his biological son, that he found me and took me back by the lake, but I still regarded him as a father. I didn't hate my father and mother, because Neal told me that there were no parents who would abandon their children when they were living well, that their hearts were also very painful when they decided to leave me alone.
When I was young, I always had a thought in my heart, that was when I grew up in the future, I would find my parents and be good to them, and I would use everything Neal had taught me to improve their life condition so that they could eat and dress well. But when I saw this little golden plate, I became confused.
I wanted to know if this child was my relative, but why I was an elf but he was a human? When I was wondering, a middle-aged man appeared with a beautiful lady and they saw his injured child. The middle-aged man immediately jumped off his horse and rushed over to help the child. He asked anxiously, “What's going on, Jule? How did you get hurt?”
The boy shook off his father's hand and walked to me and said. “Father, I was injured, but this brother saved me. He is different from us. His ears are pointed and he is awesome. He has cured my wounds!”
The man came to me and lowered his head. A little golden plate on his neck fell out. I saw that it was the same golden plate as mine. I knew that the man in front of me must have a great connection with me, but why, why?? I could tell that they lived a wealthy life, but why was he a human and I was an elf? If he was my relative, why he abandoned me? Why he was so cruel to me?!