Your Father tells you the origin of your name.....again. Part 1

You walk into the throne room with Reaha at your tow. It's usually always empty mid-afternoon, just like it is now. The huge room was a subject of awe and wonder in the entire world, and why wouldn't it be. After all, it was built by the Elves and was one of the last few remaining Elvish architectures on your world.-

Slender braziers at the bottoms of each of the eight onyx columns light up most of the throne hall and radiate warmth across this hall. What's strange about these braziers is that when they are not lit, they resemble strands of what you assume are metal wires! Unfortunately, you weren't allowed to dismantle the only few remaining Elvish technologies for your own curiosity. The marble stone of the askew ceiling dance in the flickering light while statues and carved images of Elves holding unknown and strange-looking devices, look down upon the teak floor of this imposing hall.

A coral rug splits part of the room in half from the throne to midway down the hall while pennant banners with ornate fringes the walls. Between each banner stands a large candlestick, some of them have been lit and in turn illuminate the portraits of gods and goddesses below them.

Wide, stained glass windows depicting important moments of victory are contoured by drapes colored the same coral as the banners. The curtains have been adorned with jewels and embellished borders.

A striking throne of a strange unknown metal sits on a raised platform behind a lavish gate of gilded wood and is adjoined by three plain, but comfortable seats for the royal highness' family members.

The throne is covered in hundreds of elaborate etchings and fixed on each of the stubby legs is a ruby angel wing. The thick pillows are a dark coral and these too have been adorned with gilded lacery.

You always thought that the human additions and changes that were made to this palace were a bit gaudy. It was a good thing that your Father chose to stop making any changes and preserve the architecture as it was.

"Through here," your Father says. Obscured behind the raised platform was a solid metal door made from some form of treated iron that led to a large room. Your Father touches certain parts of the flat surface door in quick succession. You could hear the gears turn and the door unlock. You had been inside this room many times as a child. The difference between this room and the throne room could not be starker. It was a room painted unnaturally white with a smooth layer of some sort of liquid. You knew it had to be some sort of liquid because of the way it appeared. It was also most likely applied on the surface of the wall using some sort of rolling device. The Elves had lots of amazing technologies that you were utterly fascinated by.

*It's a shame they are extinct now.* you think to yourself.

As soon as you enter the room, bright white lights come to life on the ceiling. Another strange thing you were utterly fascinated by. You knew of a certain metal that burned with bright white flames but this wasn't made from fire. You were almost certain that it had a similar build to that of the braziers in the throne room.

Inside the room was a simple and large yet beautifully crafted circular mahogany table with simple cushioned wooden chairs tucked in. Your Father pulls out a chair and gestures you both to take a seat as well.

All three of you are now seated and you wait for your Father to say something.

The King takes in a deep breath and begins, "Do you know how you got your name Vithras?" he asks in his signature deep baritone voice.

"Yes Fa..."

"It was 24 winters ago," he really loved telling this story again and again "your mother Illaria and I were just returning from a visit to _her _Kingdom as a part of our annual visit and she was heavily pregnant. I advised her against it given her state but you know how it is with women. You tell them they can't have something and suddenly it becomes the most attractive thing in the world for them. And your mother was fierce. She wasn't materialistic at all that woman...but when she wanted something, she'd always have it. So when she decided that she had to go back to her place, she had to go back to her place."

"You hate her parents...."

"I absolutely do! Queen Margolis looks at me like I'm some sort of a pest and King Archus, that old fart, he still blames me for **** his daughter."

"But you didn't really kidnap mother..." you already knew how to interject his long speeches in a way that would make him get back to the original story instead of meandering around other unimportant parts.

"No I didn't. She ran off with me!"

"She would not be denied of what she wanted..."

"Exactly! So where was I? Uhh..."

"You were returning from her home Kingdom..."

"Yes, yes... and she was very pregnant. Our convoy was going through Artur's Pass when her water broke. Things went down very quickly from that point."

"Artur's point is infamous for monsters at night."

"Yes. And I know what you're trying to do Vithras. Stop interrupting my story!" he says in mock anger.

*Damn it!* you think to yourself. You were too eager and didn't pace the interjections. *Arrgh*

"I'm sorry father," you slump your shoulders and accept defeat, "please continue."