How should I begin? I am called Bleys after an uncle I never met and I'm not sure ever truly existed. My mother used to talk about my father all the time. I never met the man so I don't know if he was actually real or she just talked herself into believing it. In my younger days, I hated him but eventually I realized he was just a figment of my mother's wild imagination. He was supposed to be some great Elven commander and I was his successor and the eventual Ruler of Kings. Every time I heard that, I would giggle under my breath at the absurdity of it. Ruler of Kings? Ha! Rest in peace poor dear.