His family line could be traced back to what seemed like the origins of all men. The men ruled not only their lands but those that worked it for nothing more than the gift to remain living. Male children were expected to follow suit while the girls were taught, from early on, their one station in life was pleasure to whomever was chosen for a husband regardless of themselves. As far back as the history could go there were stories of the family holding great power. A magical curse some would whisper, but a great and powerful evil some others would tell. Elon was no different and at age 21 was given a local beauty, a daughter of a farmer who worked the families land. for his wife.
His mother, a mere mortal compared to The Family, a beautiful woman, a daughter of a farmer, made sure that her son would grow up to stand apart from the men who compelled others to worship their power. She was traded in exchange of a small plot of land for which the farmer would now own, under the control of the family of course but a small plot of land which could use as he wished. The day of the trade was finalized, that once bright smile would be filled with a sweet sadness. She loved her father but would never wish the life she was about to be provided on anyone. She had dreams of her own, but she knew what she must do in order for her parents and siblings to have a future and would unselfishly sacrifice those dreams for them. Her new husband provided her with everything a young bride could ever want except the one thing she craved above anything else, love. The finest clothing and jewels would make any girl swoon and she would smile and feign joy but deep inside she was sad and lonely, her heart felt like it was withering. She always had that forced smile on her face, for anything other than that would be met with an open hand to her face and possibly worse. He took what he wanted from her when he wanted it and to deny him would only further her emotional and physical pain she had endured. She had no one to talk with, the servants provided were afraid of the man of the house and kept their eyes down and mouths shut. The day she found out she was to have a child filled her with hope, she vowed to herself she would make sure her child would not be infected by his father as her husband had been by his. The day Alexander was born she smiled for what felt like the first time in her life. Her heart filled with love and she knew that he was special, that he would be the one to break this tradition of evil and greed.
By Alexander's 18th birthday all his mothers dreams had become a reality.He had grown into a kind and altruistic man. Tall and slim, tanned skin which accented his sandy blonde hair, he walked with confidence which would attract those around him. He had broken the mold of what The Family embodied. He would take his horse and ride through the land, stopping to speak with those who worked on the farms field for his father. He always had a gift of candies for the children and a single, freshly cut dahlia from the garden his mother tended daily. The beautiful pink flower was a gift for one woman, the girl he loved, Annia. She lived with her grandmother beyond the edge of the fields. He had seen her picking herbs one day and was instantly mesmerized by her beauty. This was when he started his daily rides through the lands, his father believing he was making sure work was done, as his mother had been insistent that he not allow his father to see his kindness, he was to act like any other man of The Family in his presence. Every day Alexander would ride to see his Annia, presenting her with the flower. He wanted to marry her but she knew his father would not allow it. He would rather see his son dead before allowing a woman like her into his home. She was special, a witch some called her as they pointed and sneered as she and her elderly grandmother walked the village but Alexander didn't care, he loved her and would find a way for them to be together.
