A grim fate by Rhapsody

A grim fate

Elf-like features. How much I curse them now. Once there was a time that I felt proud to be one of my fathers sons, but now I deeply wish not to be alike them. I know I only have to gaze down in the pool of water that repletes this bay. Nay, I do not wish to be remembered of what once was and never can be restored. Nothingness: my grim fate. I cannot walk amongst my kin, for these elf-like features are my curse. Therefore, I wander these shores alone, embracing the grievous everlasting darkness that occupies my soul.