Elayne-AoS

Liege Lord,

You asked your kin for an Article of Submission. When my mother told me about it she rolled her eyes. I spoke to Arloxedra and he was quite put out. I don't see the problem. I see it as a formality. You know I am of little danger to the realm.

I could just as easily say what Arlo said, "I submit" and let it go at that. Be we little know each other. Arlo told me to talk about myself since you, the King, would not be the only person ready these. So i write, this second month of 5202 in Amber.

Blue I am an egg. I am Elayne deFlroimel.

My life Before

My mother bore me before Patternfall on Earth during her time observing Prince Corwin. I was born is Westchester County, New York in 1940 of that world. I attended a local elementary school, a high school, and went to New York for college. My mother was a professional golfer, my father had been a whisper in the dark for her, someone passing through she said. She said i might meet him someday and at the time I didn't give it a second thought.

By the time I was 13 my mother had arranged for me to have all the money I wanted as long as I maintained my grade point at 4.0 and as long as I cooperated with all these instructors she had for me. It was easy enough to do, all those things were things i loved. I have been obsessed with reading since i first could figure out what the little drawings meant. Ive always loved learning things.

I was stronger then anyone I knew as a child, even adults. More limber, quicker, and far less easy to tire. I had to be careful not to show it too often.

Mother spent a fair amount of time with me as I grew up but she frequently left for a month at a time here and there leaving me alone for the most part, save the household staff. Now I know that was time looking in on Uncle Corwin.

From the time I was young enough to grasp a bow she taught me archery. We played sword fighting games, Musketeers vs the Cardinal's Guard. She had a odd man come teach me martial arts. Combat Dance he called it. I learned the katana. I had an instructor in gymnastics who helped me be able to participate in the 1958 Olympics in London. At the '58 Olympics I got a Silver in Women's Foil, a Bronze in Womans Over-all Gymnastics, and lost my virginity to a British cyclist who won a Silver-for cycling- not scoring with an Amberite.

The Olympics were a mania for mother and I. Through the 1950s and 60s my mother and I were professional golfers and participated in international archery and equestrian events. In 1972 she won Gold in Olympic Archery and I won Silver. We participated in the Olympics a lot over the years. We treated it like a hobby despite collection medals in fencing, archery, gymnastics, cycling, volleyball, diving, swimming, equestrian, shooting both rifle and pistol, and canoing. We participated in Winter Olympics and I won a medal in skiing but she was the one who loved the cold and collected a couple dozen medals.

We went camping a lot. I didn't know it then but we traveled in shadow. She taught me field craft. I had been a girl scout. We read in wonderful places. She taught me to climb.

We played golf. Lots of golf. We played a lot of golf.

We raised dogs; Irish wolfhounds. One was always with me. One still is, sitting by my feet.

Was i curious of our curious nature? Of course i was but mother wouldn't talk.

I enrolled in New York University, near Washington Park, in 1958. I could say i majored in a number of different disciplines but i really majored in the 60's. I spent time in the clubs. The parks. The Village. I met people. I let myself go and I let myself indulge. It was a good time to be rich and strong. I bought an apartment building nearby, through agents, and had it renovated for safety. I played myself off as the property manager and charged people repair time to paint walls, sand wood. Carve, create. Forty rental units and social spaces downstairs. Musicians, artists, baseball players, I rented to a type.

There was music in the cafés at night and revolution in the air.

My life During

Then it all changed in 1974. A pair of uncles arrived out of the blue. Creatures out of some hell arrived soon after and the house i grew up in was the scene of warfare. Several of my favorite hounds were killed. I was in Manhattan at the time.

I'd never seen my mother flustered. She called me after the two uncles took one of her favorite cars and disappeared. She told me everything. Amber. Eric. Corwin. She told me while driving and for the first time showed me shadowwalking. I was gob-smacked.

She took me someplace in shadow. I was enrolled at the Collège de France in the late 1880s. She said she had enjoyed her time there at that time and found it again for me. She gave me a great supply of gold and a huge amount of folding money then she took out a Trump and i watched her disappear, her hand grasping another from beyond.

Once again I got distracted by the lifestyle while maintaining my schooling. Artists, actors, absinthe, dancers, and the Moulin Rouge.

She had put me in a fast time realm it seems. I spent 50 years in that world, traveling, reading, painting, amidst the artistic places.

A combination of bad timing and whimsy found me a nurse in 1914. I had decided to get a medical education in 1912 and rather then becoming a doctor I spent a horrifying four years in the trenches of France as a nurse. I'll never understand why I stayed but its been suggested something about the bloodshed appealed to the Amber blood in me. I couldn't contact my mother, felt abandoned by her.

One thing happened that rocked my world. The trench was overrun. I found myself in the center of a bloody battle. My Olympic fencing talents wielded a cavalry saber in between two dirt walls. My Olympic bronze in pistol drove my fight in the mud and slog against German foe-men. In the middle of a trench war i grabbed a loose horse and used my Olympic equestrian experience to ride it out to safe lands. I never thought myself a warrior. It never occurred to me. But it turns out that its in my blood. I was decorated for valor, an award extremely rare for a woman at that place and time.

1919 found me in a New York again, though not of the world of my birth. I could find no version of my mother in that world. I got distracted again by music as Jazz came to rule the night. I traveled among musicians again, and criminals and sportsman. I was even tempted to return to the Olympics but i went as a spectator instead. I learned to fly biplanes. I raced cars and motorcycles. I collected books.

One day I was having coffee and whiskey in a joint in New Orleans. I was listening to a cool set when in walked mother. She sat down at my table as if she hadn't abandoned me in Paris. She told me it was time to come home. I thought she meant New York, but she meant Amber.

My life After

I came to Amber just a few days before the coronation of King Eric. My mother was conflicted because while on one hand she excited that she would be an important player in the upcoming reign, it came at the cost of one brother and possibly a second. At the time it was believed Prince Bleys was lost and it was uncertain if Prince Corwin might be executed. I watched as King Eric ordered his brother's eyes burned from his head. This was my introduction to the family. While i was introduced to my aunts and uncles i was not pushed forward. I was horrified by the brutality of a lost war and a won war and burning retribution