Enfys

Enfys was a rather handsome child. Built sturdy, and strong. Eyes of forest green and hair of dark brown graced him and his two brothers, making them all fairly handsome. Enfys, however, had an especially dashing quality. Other than that, the only true differences between the triplets stayed in their wings.

You could easily tell the age of a fairy by choosing a wing and counting the circles that adorned it. These rings seemed to appear magically on the dawn of their birthday. Solys had wings the color of fire, and they glimmered softly in the light of the sun. Lunys had wings that were a gradient type of blue, which seemed to glow in the light of the moon and the stars. Enfys had wings of vibrant reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, indigoes and violets.

Enfys was the third of three boys, triplets, when he was born. He lived his first sixteen years of life in a cozy cave in the woods of Gravis Silva. He played Wukal, caught nares and practiced his magical and war skills. His life was very easy. There was always enough food, enough clothing, even enough space for him to get his own room.

Just as dawn broke on his seventeenth year, a civil war of sorts was declared on his region. Enfys, his mother, Tribuo, his father, Vici, and his two brothers, Solys and Lunys, were sent to war together. Things were suddenly so frantic, the "good side" was so in need of fighters, that they never got formal war training. They were all simply brought to the front lines to fight as best as they could.

Enfys was a great fighter. He was far more skilled than the rest of his family, and, when the last one died, he realized just how skilled he was. He didn’t want to fight anymore. He had enough to do with killing for a lifetime. There was only one way out: to pack his things and flee. He had nothing left to live for in Iustus Bellum. He decided to escape in the dead of night and see where the westerly wind would take him.