Elf- A path of blood and honour.

You are now an elf.

That's the easiest way to say it, oh you need more details and information? Fine...

Your a tall elf, white skinned but only because the majority of your kind are thus it's more about hereditary genetics than anything else. Your ears are pointed but rather short compared to your fellow elves, eyes of green is what describes you eyes a common appearance on your family and you wear a mundane attire. After all your not living in an elf kingdom but rather on a rather large village deep within the woods, it's almost can be called a town if it wasn't so well hidden, thus not all can find and the fact that you and your kind can't expand too much, still the village already have many necessities; a river on the far south side, farming areas on the east and numerous craftsmen doing their task.

And then there's you... Your family is a rather unique one, while some other clans and families within the village have an affinity to magic, especially the ones associated with nature, thus becoming druids and healers your family have taken a different route.

Combat... Fighting... And at rare cases war.

From your ancestors there's been many examples of elves becoming archers with unparalleled accuracy, warriors who while never the strongest have vanquished fearsome beast to formidable warriors. And even merceries famed for the number of blood they shed both their enemies and theirs.

You can still remember the time of your birth in this second life, your mother was filled with glee as she has at your delivery and the stoic but caring eyes of your father. So does his scars... He... Never spoke how he got them.

Years pass and your life is rather peaceful, sadly rather because while your father is a fair teacher he is also a strict combat instructor.

Even years later you can feel the hits you got from his wooden sword in those harsh spars, your legs getting numb as he forces you to run laps around the village and those frequent times where he left you at the mercy of the forest armed only by a bow, arrows and a large knife.

It was tough, with times where your mother would shout at her husband on your treatment as she heal and mend your injured body.

Still you didn't complain... Maybe deep inside you know your father loves you, maybe this is how his father, your grandparents treated him, but what makes it all worthwhile is a small smile, even if brief, that genuine smile he lets out each time you complete the training. With one time you remember you went back to the village after he left you in the center of the forest, he insisted it was your rite of passage or something close to it, you can't remember well after all you are close to fainting from exhaustion back then.

Regardless you also remember him carrying you home, in a warm bed with your mother crying, a hearty soup and medicine ready as she screams at him, maybe she took knows this is his way of showing love, as tough and flawed as it may be.

Until the time of your true rite of passage came, you reached the age of 25, while elves age slowly upon reaching their 20s their maturity is the same as humans if not more. This is a tradition on your village, the soon to be head of the family must do something extraordinary for the village, may it be bring a head of a dangerous game alone, bring a badge of honour in the human cities or militaries, get a seed of a plant or herb of a plant not seen before in your town, heck with one bringing a sack full of gold from being an adventurer which soon was melted for another purpose, and so on. Each have landed a spot in the village's history or the very least in their family's. Unfortunately there are cases where some elves never returned, at while there are no Demon Lord who will bring the world into submission or a dark Eldritch abomination about to destroy the world it's still posses a danger even to the most powerful and formidable beings. Bandits waiting to ambush you in the roads, beasts **** for a meal, and tales of corruption within nobles unfitting of their titles **** their power to turn elves, humans and other races into slaves, for sex, heavy labor or otherwise.

The ceremony was brief as you walked silently towards the village elder, she seems young almost like in her 30s but your certain that she's hundreds by now.

"Young one... You will now commence the most important part of your life which will not only dictate the future of you but also your family... Tradition passed on through decades, centuries even have done so to prevent stagnation and leniency in our kind, I do pray fortune for your travels and success on whatever goal you reach." Cheers erupted soon after with the Elder's finger pointing at the village's gate as it opened magically.

With that you walked, heart pounding, breath heavy, you felt each step becoming heavier and heavier.

Then you saw your parents... Your mom hugged you as tears dropped from her mumbling something of take care and be careful. While your father... He looked at your silently, his expression unreadable as he give you his, knife, a bow and a quiver of arrows with them, the blade clearly been sharpened along with the heads of the arrows. You eyed your father his smile returning.

"Don't waste my efforts son... Come back safe." You heard he said as he turned his back while smile never left. Your certain... Very sure that he seems sure that you will return... Or at least has a chance to.

Exciting the safe confines of the village you now enter the forest thinking of what dangers and adventures that awaits you.