Elena’s father was raised in a poor village in El-Tepora named Vitan he was the only son to the village healer. His own father had passed away when he was young from a Dragadon attack so he was raised acquiring the knowledge to heal the villagers. However, he had no desire to follow in his mother’s footsteps and become the next healer of the village, he wanted to do more. When he could escape his mother’s teachings he would sit and watch the villager warriors practice often times picking up a stick mimicking their movements. This mundane routine continued for sixteen years.
On the night of his sixteenth birthday after the celebration had ended he fell into a deep sleep. It was at this time he dreamt about a beautiful blonde woman with soft purple eyes. They were walking side by side in a garden filled with flowers and majestic statues. Stopping she lay a hand on his wrist as their conversation continued before tears began to run down her cheek. He wiped away the tears with a gloved hand while gazing into her eyes.
Sitting straight up in bed he thought about his dream and this beautiful woman. Although he didn’t know what the conversation was about he felt it was important to both their futures. He had never seen a woman so beautiful in his life and while he had dreamt of her he knew in his heart that she did exist and it was his destiny to find her. Packing a small bag he crept into his mother’s room kissing her on the forehead and placing a small parchment next to her he wandered out into the cool night to find the blonde woman with soft purple eyes.