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| "I'd like to tell you about my Mother, Father, and the night I was born. It all began beneath a beautiful full moon, and it is a story I will always carry in my heart." |
Welcome
Good evening.
Isn't the moon beautiful tonight?
The sea is so peaceful beneath its silver light. Whenever I stand here and watch the full moon rise above the horizon, I find myself thinking about where my story began.
If you have a little time, I'd love to share something very personal with you.
Tonight, I'd like to tell you about my family.
About my wonderful mother, the father I never had the chance to know, the little home they built together with their own hands, and the extraordinary night I was born.
It is a story filled with love, loss, hope, and gratitude.
This is where my family story begins.
The Night I Was Born
According to the elders of Silavea, the night I was born was unlike any they had ever seen.
A brilliant full moon illuminated the sea, bathing the white sands in soft silver light. The ocean rose with an exceptionally high Queen's Tide, reaching farther onto the shore than anyone could remember.
Then something extraordinary happened.
Far beyond the horizon, a beautiful blue aura appeared across the water.
It shimmered gently above the sea like flowing light, neither moonlight nor lightning, but something peaceful... something mysterious.
The villagers stood in silence, simply watching.
Before that remarkable night had passed...
I was born.
Were those events connected?
I honestly don't know.
Whenever I asked my mother, she would smile warmly and say,
"Not every mystery is meant to be solved, Lyara. Some are simply meant to remind us how wonderful the world can be."
I've always liked that answer.
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| "This is the night my life began. My mother, Veamara Aevarin, held me close while the full moon shone above a Queen's Tide, and a mysterious blue aura danced upon the distant horizon. She often told me it was a night unlike any other." |
My Mother, Veamara Aevarin
My mother is named Veamara Aevarin.
Long before I was born, she travelled farther than most people ever will.
She explored distant coastlines, crossed unfamiliar forests, and visited lands beyond the horizon. Yet despite all her adventures, she never truly felt she belonged anywhere.
Then one day...
She found Silavea.
Our peaceful village welcomed her with open hearts, brilliant white sands, crystal-clear waters, lush forests, and a gentle stream that flows quietly into the sea.
She often tells me she knew she had found home the moment she stepped onto our shore.
Sometimes she says,
"The greatest journey isn't discovering somewhere new... it's discovering where your heart has been waiting all along."
I think she was right.
The Father I Never Knew
Not long after making Silavea her home, my mother met my father.
His name was Caelan Aevarin.
He wasn't wealthy.
He wasn't famous.
He was simply an honest fisherman.
The villagers remember him as gentle, dependable, hardworking, and always ready to help someone in need.
He respected the ocean that provided for our village and never took its gifts for granted.
Sadly...
I never had the chance to know him.
While collecting crab nets during rough seas, he was caught by the very ocean he had loved and respected his entire life.
He never returned home.
At the time...
My mother was still carrying me.
Although hearing that story has always filled me with sadness, it has also taught me how precious every moment with those we love truly is.
The Home We Share
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| "This is my mother, Veamara. Together we have filled this little home with love, laughter, and cherished memories. No matter where my adventures lead, this humble hut and the beautiful lady who raised me will always be where my heart belongs. Thank you, my dear Mother" |
Today, my mother and I still live together in the very hut she and my father built with their own hands.
Every pine log was carefully placed by them.
Every beam was shaped together.
Every part of our little home tells a story of two people building a future they hoped to share.
It isn't a grand home.
It doesn't need to be.
When I wake each morning to the sound of waves upon the shore, hear birds singing outside our windows, or watch sunlight stream through the doorway, I feel surrounded by the love they poured into every piece of it.
Although my father never lived to see me grow, I like to think that a small part of him still lives within these walls.
Home isn't measured by its size.
It's measured by the love that built it.
My True Name
Many people know me as Lyara Tideborn.
But that wasn't the name I was born with.
Because my father passed away before I entered this world, my mother wanted me to carry a part of him with me always.
She gave me his family name.
So my true birth name is...
Lyara Aevarin.
My mother made sure I knew the kind of man my father was.
Through her stories, I came to know his kindness, his honesty, his gentle heart, and his love for the sea.
Even though we never met...
I've always felt that I know him.
The Greatest Gift My Mother Gave Me
People sometimes ask me where my kindness comes from.
The answer is simple.
My mother.
Veamara has one of the most genuinely beautiful souls I have ever known.
She taught me that kindness is something we choose every day.
She taught me to respect nature, to care for others without expecting anything in return, and to always leave the world a little better than I found it.
She showed me that strength isn't measured by how loudly someone speaks or how powerful they become.
Sometimes...
The strongest people are simply the ones who never stop being kind.
If there is anything good within me today...
Much of it began with her.
Why I'm Called Lyara Tideborn
Although I was born Lyara Aevarin, most people know me by another name.
Lyara Tideborn.
How I came to receive that name...
Well...
That is another story.
And I promise I'll share it with you very soon.
I'd Love to Hear About Your Family
Thank you for spending part of your evening with me.
Sharing these memories always reminds me how fortunate I am to have been surrounded by so much love.
Now I'd love to hear about you.
Do you have a special memory of your parents, grandparents, or someone who helped shape the person you've become?
Perhaps it's a story they've told you many times.
A family tradition.
A lesson you'll never forget.
Or maybe it's simply a place that reminds you of someone you love.
If you'd like to share your story in the comments, I'd be honoured to read it.
After all, every family has its own beginning, and every heart carries memories that deserve to be remembered. 💛