Silent

If, by some odd chance, you are reading this, than i am all but dead. My story, which shall be written in these protected pages, shall only see the eyes of another, when it is ripped from my dying hands. 1

My name, though not important, is AvrionE'silfare De'Silenvar. 2

My story begins, as any other, I was born. Broguht to this world by a casual meeting, and then abandoned on a door step. It could have been worse. My mother could have kept me. I never knew her, i do not even know what she looks like, though, mabe looking at my own features, i may be able to see them on a female form. If so, then my mother had bright red hair, a pale complexion, and hazel eyes with flecks of green, a full mouth, that always looks like its not pleased, a high forhead, and almond eyes and high arched eyebrows, quirked, as though the eye doesnt believe what its seeing. She would also be tall. I know not if she where sleander or not. I am not, i am built slighly, and a bit overweight. 3

The family i was left with, they are kind people. They call me Tom. 4

I knew at a younge age, that i was not their blood, as they were all swarthy, with dark black hair, and where short and stocky...as where most of the people in the town where i lived. They all looked....the same. 5

I was...in a certainty, not one of them.6