In the distant forest of Solthara, a baby's cry echoed, accompanied by an odd yet ancient chant. It was the ritual blessing that all elves underwent. To an outsider, the words sounded like gibberish—even most elves wouldn't understand what the old man was saying.
"ꀸꎇꃅꈤꈤꅏꍟꂦꀎꋪꃅ9ꅏꍟꋪꅏꃅꋪꀎꅏꍟɖʄɦռռաɛօʊʀɦ9աɛʀʊաɦʀʊաɛ ɛաʀ ɦռռաɛօʊʀɦ9աɛʀʊաɦʀʊաɛ ɛաʀ"
After about twenty minutes of continuous chanting, Chief Aymon finished. He then took the newly blessed spirit water and gently poured it onto the baby's face. Minutes passed without a sign, and both Sylvaris parents grew worried that their child was a blank. But their worry was unwarranted.
Suddenly, a small lesser flame spirit appeared. Before they could react, a small wind spirit followed, then an earth spirit, and then a water spirit. Even the rare lightning and ice spirits made an appearance. Stranger still, a medium-ranking flame spirit and a medium-ranking lightning spirit also came forth. It seemed many, if not all, elemental spirit types were present. The fire, water, and lightning spirits stood out the most, mainly because those groups had medium-ranked spirits.
Aymon was visibly taken aback. This had never happened before—not in his nearly eight hundred years of life. Of course, he was a little older than five hundred; it wouldn't make sense for the village chief to be only halfway through his lifespan. He was a few decades off of 800. Butt still, he had never seen so many spirits gathered at once. He let out a loud laugh before handing Ryfon back to Serena. "See, I told you, Vamir—the baby will truly be a being worthy of praise."
Vamir was beyond shocked. He was normally silent and reserved, but his current silence was something else entirely. He had hoped their only child would be strong, maybe blessed with a nice wind spirit or two. Vamir himself used wind spirits, but clearly, Ryfon had clearly went above and beyond. Even Serena was surprised. She wielded water spirits and was quite talented, if she said so herself. But Ryfon was like a mountain of unfound talent she could call on a medium water spirit if the moment called for it, but the spirit would rarely obey unless the situation was truly desperate. All spirits were stubborn like that.
But the spirits that had swarmed their hut looked so obedient that if Ryfon told them to jump, they'd ask how high—and whether they should ever touch the ground again. Sadly, Ryfon was not old enough to make a contract.
With all the ruckus caused by the spirits, you'd think the infant would be scared and cry up a storm—most would be. But Ryfon was different. In fact, he was fascinated by all the colorful new friends that had appeared. He even reached out to a few of the fire and lightning spirits. After several attempts at babbling and reaching toward a small flame salamander, the tiny spirit waddled over to Ryfon and tried to touch him.
But Serena, with her newly awakened motherly instincts, swiftly pulled him away, afraid the spirit might burn her baby. He would already be darker than most elves once he reached adulthood, thanks to his father's genes—she didn't want him getting any darker and be mistaken for a dark elf. It was often hard to tell the difference between a dark-skinned elf and an actual dark elf. The biggest indicator was their mana affinity—and, of course, true dark elves had skin as black as night.
As she pulled Ryfon away, she noticed the salamander spirit dim its flame to a gentle warmth, like a sun-warmed stone. Hesitantly, she allowed her child to touch the spirit. And in that moment, Ryfon made his first contract.
After a while, the other spirits began to disappear. They would return eventually, but for now, there was no point in staying—the child was far too young. It was already a miracle he had made a contract just minutes after being born.
The spirits would surely remember the name Ryfon Sylvaris.
(sorry for the word dump i swear I'm not racist i just need to describe his appearance/future appearance and a bit of lore once again I'm just winging it 👍)