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Saelene    2

Aethere... He could easily be given a simple nickname.  Enigma.  That's really what he is to most people.  His unpredictable manner of ebb and flow seem unusual to others.  I see it in their faces and I hear about it when they approach his seemingly stable wife, myself, to ask what the heck is he doing.  For me, he's easy to love and easy to understand.  For others, he's confusing to them, at best.  And for Aethere the feeling is mutual.  He's just trying to do his best and what he thinks is right, which evidently leaves any of his interactions with people short lived.  The only ones who really stand by his side is our family.  We're the only ones crazy enough to truly understand him.  But when you do you understand what he is really trying to accomplish you see t's nothing unusual really, he's just trying to help.  Help is subjective unfortunately.  What seems to Aethere like helping someone is probably the farthest thing from it.  What makes sense to Aethere doesn't make sense to others.  He has an odd level of understanding of things.  He understands some things that no person could ever understand, while some of the basics he has left by the wayside in favor of saving time to study other things.  What really ends up happening half the time is Aethere starts to work with someone, "helps" them, and they treat Aethere like crap cause it just seems like he's some jerk.  Then I have to step in and protect him from people who like to beat up jerks.  It doesn't get tiresome for me though.  Absolutely not.  It's like protecting your children.  You love them, you love watching them grow up, and it's all well worth it.  Aethere makes projects out of everything he does.  He approaches things as something that can be improved by his grace.  And you know what, most of the time he is pretty successful at whatever he does.  Aethere is my "project".  I love working on him, improving him, and seeing him flourish.  And at the end of the day when Aethere and I relax in our home, it is all more than well worth it.  The measure of the love he gives me is beyond understanding.

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I peered into Aethere's journal.  Rather remarkable penmanship my Aethere has.  Sturdy, understandable, strong, powerful, and like he always prides himself, simple.  I noticed a key word used there.  "Rock".  I am his rock and he is mine.  It's so apt.  I've spent my life building his trust, it seems he finally trusts me back.  It warms my heart to no end.  Aethere is strong.  I think he gets away with looking innocent, frail, unsavory, and simple.  He does it so well too.  No one really knows who he is.  But Aethere, my rock, is strong.  His essence is rooted deep within the very core of the world.  I have yet to see, in all my many years with him, Aethere falter.  It is remarkable to watch.  He moves about, like a leaf in the wind, but he always seems to land squarely on his feet ready to run to wherever it is he intends to go.  Which is unknown to all but himself.  But I stay with him, dare I say follow him.  It's my job to be there for him, to protect him, provide for him, and be his "rock".  I am what he comes home to and I do my darnedest to ensure that the home he enters at the end of the day is a perfect one.  If but one piece of dust falls in the wrong location I am there before he is.  It is the least I can do for him, in all truth, you wouldn't begin to imagine what he does for me and those close to him.  Yes, he is strong.

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Sometimes I wasn't sure what to think of it, Aethere's "Titans" as he called them.  I know Gods are real, and likely they can be communicated with, but Aethere, why him?  If it was true he had been given a gift few receive, a rare gift.  But why?  In truth, even though he claims Simply Enchanting is really important, it's not God-like important, as far as I am concerned.  What could the Gods want with a simple Elf?  And me for that matter?  I am Aethere's wife, that would mean the Gods must have interest in me as well. I wouldn't dare communicate with them.  The last time I tried that I ended up unconscious with no recollection of the entire previous day.  So that was that for me.  But Aethere somehow managed to do it.  He could "talk" to his Gods.  His "Titans".  He's my husband, so I believe it's real, but in truth I'm just jealous.  Why him?  It makes little sense.  I decided it was time to find out more about my Aethere.

"This is odd..."  I remarked to myself.  His birth records, I found not one birth record for him, but three!  Clearly someone had botched his records.  Unless he was three people.  So.  I'm going to have to trace back each of these lineages to find out more about Aethere's lineage.  That must give some clue as to why the Gods would have any interest in him.  Again, I had to satisfy my jealousy.  At least he's MY husband, so I get to be a part of his gift.  "Okay...  This looks interesting.  Two of them are from Sunstrider Isle.  Seems reasonable."  When I delved deeper into the families of these two they were mundane and usual.  In fact I knew a few of the parents and they were just citizens of Silvermoon who really looked nothing like Aethere.  So it must be the third birth record.  "Dalaran!"  Aethere is from Dalaran!  No, that's impossible, I found him in Silvermoon when he was young so that made little sense.  And if Dalaran had a Blood Elf born there, I KNOW they would have hid him carefully, not shipped him off to Silvermoon.  So something still didn't add up here, none of these three were Aethere's true birth records.  If I didn't have the birth records I couldn't trace his lineage and find out why Gods would care about him at all.  "Darn it!"  Frustration...  But something had come to light, if Aethere's birth records not only couldn't be found, but had actually appeared to have been faked, maybe he was special?  Or maybe he was just some refugee smuggled into Silvermoon and then further smuggled into Dalaran by myself when the time was right.  This raised a good point.  I left Dalaran for him.  I picked up my things and stayed with him at his boarding school in Loch Modan, which was strange for an Elf, for the last two years of it and trained him as best I could staying in contact with my family in Dalaran.  When the time was right I brought him into Dalaran.  But why?  I had never really stopped to think about why?  Was I that blinded by love, that I just had to stay near him?  Maybe there was something more...  Maybe there was magic at work here...  That had to be it!  He had been magically enchanted!  My love for his magical essence kept me near him, not just my love for him.  Now *that* makes sense to me.  It also makes sense why his birth records had been covered up, imbuing a person strongly with magic had been outlawed the parents wanted to cover their tracks.  So the parents got paid hefty sums to imbue their child, ship him off somewhere and never see him again.  The plot was thickening.  This meant that someone paid for Aethere and was likely siphoning his magical essence which he was collecting... and so was I!  Not to mention every customer at Simply Enchanting.  I paused... started to shake even.  I had realized I had stumbled into a political battle where some of the mages of Dalaran had created him to fuel Dalaran's insatiable lust for magical essence and I was no better.  I harbored my husband because I loved his magical essence as much as Dalaran did.

"Were they even Gods at all?"  This was not looking good at the moment.  Perhaps his "Titans" were powerful mages communicating to him in his mind, manipulating him... and maybe even myself!  I started to get pretty worried.  Well whatever the case I wasn't delving any deeper into this political conspiracy for now... I am going to carefully watch the patrons of the shop and see if I can gather some more info on this.  This is troubling indeed.

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I laughed.  He had done it again.  Somehow when all hope was lost he lets the wind sweep him up and land away from danger.  I read his journal entry of him pleading for more time, free of chores, and I had to oblige.  I saw it in him...  eating away at him daily.  He was worn down.  All the adventuring was taking its toll on him and he needed more time for the shop or we were going to go out of business, even with all the new business.  So I went to Meryl and asked him what we could do.  He jumped at the chance and gathered some of the richer mages to support the cause.  Apparently they wondered why we hadn't asked for help sooner.  They could see we barely made a profit in our ventures but knew that without Simply Enchanting Dalaran just wasn't the same.  Aethere really is my good luck charm.

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