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Taliesin
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Daren Ellid had been on the run for a long time now. Ever since he had come home from the human school as an 9 year old and found no one there. His parents had warned him that something might happen, that they had enemies and the world of humans did not always take too kindly to their type. So he turned and ran. He didn't even try to search the house or take anything, he could tell from the stillness that they were gone and he may very well be too if he did not go now. He mastered the illusion of being a normal human child and glamours to make himself particularly pathetic so people would help him. He spent a lot of time in those first few years camping out on the couches of people who had never heard of him before but couldn't seem to bring themselves to not help the poor starving child on their doorstep. As he got older, he got more wary and inventive. He knew small conjuring and had the idea to use that on small cash bills. After all, no one really cared if a 20 or something was missing at the end of the day and it greatly expanded his options.
While he knew there were other people out there like him, other people who were magical or non-human, he avoided them all with a religious fever. He did not know who was enemy and friend and the risk of being around someone who could see what, if not who, he really was was far too great of risk to take. He wasn't sure if it was his parents enemies or someone else who had taken them and who they were connected to. He knew that someone with access to magic was after him. He had come across magical markers describing him and showing an image of what they expected him to look like several times throughout the years. An image that was far too accurate for his liking. It made him wonder how many times they had seen him and he had just barely escaped their clutches these years.
For once however, he was not thinking about that. Today he stood in a coffee shop waiting for his extra large hot chocolate to be ready. It was leaning into winter, though technically still fall, and Daren was cold and tired from hitchhiking to a new town. His glamour did not always work the best when people were speeding by protected by their cars and just short of freezing rain was not one of his favorite weather patterns. Thankfully some passing mother had felt the spark and had let him sit all bedraggled in the front while her children asked him 1000 questions before they made it to the next town. Sweet thing that she was, she had dropped him off at this shop to 'warm up' and he had heartily agreed with her. So he took his hot chocolate and moved to find a seat when he felt a warning prickle. He looked up from sipping at his hot chocolate to meet the eyes of a woman staring at him. The kind of stare that told him at the very least she could see his ears and elven features if she did not know exactly who he was. He turned pale and immediately darted out the door, weaving past the odd pedestrian here and there and wishing strongly there were far more for him to loose himself in.