Rants on Societal Norms: His take on societal expectations, adventuring rules, or the behavior of his peers.

Cultural Integration: Art, literature, and entertainment might increasingly incorporate magical themes, influencing cultural expressions and societal values.

Diary Entries: Make diary-style posts revealing his internal conflicts, doubts, and personal growth.

Keywords: Explosion, Dimension, Possession, Birth, Shape

This is the start of a new journal, so I’ll introduce myself. My name is Nox Sarvela which technically translates to Chaos In Shadow. But sarvela is also what I am — a child of the Velsayrn tradition. Which is of course totally misunderstood by the mundane.

Traditionally the Sussuri, the subspecies of human that I am, and the group upon which I am. Our traditions go back before man could think. The elves started the Sussuri, and we come from a long line of them. We are mostly human now, but way back in our line we were once elves. But that doesn’t really matter anymore. Elves and Sussuri are two separate subspecies now.

But tradition states thou shall not marry outside the coven. I mean it happens. Usually with another coven, sometimes with another supernatural like the elves or therian (aka the werewolves the mundanes would call them.) And rarely with humans.

So bloodlines in covens become overly mixed and the lines get crossed and the next thing you know you are marrying your second cousin twice removed and that can lead to all sorts of magical inequities as well as the genetic ones the closer you get to a blood relative.

So the covens decided that once a year a newborn child would be sacrificed to the Velsayrn tradition. Sacrifice is a strong term, they aren’t killed in a blood ritual — there are those, but this isn’t that. A family is chosen to produce a sarvela — a child to whom would go to another family in another coven, and you would receive their child.

Neither child is unloved. Neither child is unwanted. They were born with a special purpose in life — to advance the bloodlines of their coven.

Most sarvela live with the Velsayrn families. I don’t. Not because my Velsayrn family didn’t want me, they did, they just couldn’t handle the chaos magic I was born with. So I was taken in by the circle leader’s son, Lotar Elenkelara.

But the reason I bring it all up has more to do with how the mundanes perceived the whole idea of sarvela. That I was unwanted and my parents were all dicks and assholes for giving me up. Mundanes just don’t understand. It was an honor for them, and for me. Truly annoying when people have no idea what they are talking about.