Chapter 1: Chapter one

From the text of the book of Orelian.  Passage 24:12

From the springs of despair rose he; the savior, the liberator. The 5 lords gave their blessings upon him and told him "go now chosen of ours, for you shall bring light to those blinded by the demon, by those too filled with greed to see the masses groveling." And he responded "aye my lords for my will is yours and yours alone." and so he went. Resented by those of status, revered by those of not, he set forth unwilling to see the people suffer under tyrants hand no more. And so he went. 

 

 

Adrian looked up at the sky. Once again the clouds were heavy on the horizon and the fog was starting to roll in on the village. Soon it would be time to head inside and retire for the night. Adrian liked to just head to the boulders by the beach and think. It was soothing in a way, a way not understood by his mother and father.

Upon reaching his boulder he crouched, prepared to jump and scale the 5 meter rock. As soon as his hand reached the top ledge of the boulder he heaved himself up top and onto his back as it was always a endeavor when he wanted to find somewhere quiet. Settling in on his back he soon found himself in his own thoughts again. Looking at the ragged coastline near his little village he thought of the wonders that could be beyond the sea.  

Adrian was always slightly different than the other children of his village. Always staying at a arms length from the petty squabbles of the other children many thought of him as a outsider, not disliked but always a stranger in his own home. Gifted with bright green eyes and a knack for getting into things his parents thought him a gifted child but when the time to be around others his age arose he was the first to hide under his mothers hem.

Soon after turning three Adrian became aware of the world. Gaining awareness was bitter at first. He resented the fact he could understand emotions and think for what he truly was. Pitiful.

Closing his eyes Adrian looked off towards the sea and saw it for what it truly was; a roiling mass twisting and turning with all the currents of the Mana stream leading towards one final destination, where that was, who was he to say. 

"Come on down from there now ya gat" said a voice finally jolting the already half asleep Adrian to full awareness.

"Coming pa." he responded and started to make his way down the boulders. Finally hopping of the last rock he looked up at his Father, a large man scarred from his days fighting daemons on the frontlines of the great border during the last day of long night. Looking down he paused than frowned. "what are ya doing up there again after I told ya to come in 40 minutes ago." 

Adrian looked down feeling ashamed thinking of the last time he forgot to go in. lots of manpower wasted trying to find him.

"Sorry father." he replied thinking it the best course of action to just go along with him before there was another lecture from Father. "

Fathers gaze softened and than stiffened as it normally did when he sensed danger approaching 

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"Get inside, Go back and I will take care of this for now. Shut the doors and Close the windows till I approach and give the word it its safe." 

Adrian stiffened than bolted realizing his father was not fucking around. the bloodlust he felt from him was tangible and if he closed his eyes he could see the murky red aura surrounding his father flare up and writhe around like a flame.

Reaching his home he immediately shut and bolted the door and went to all windows and locked them and than put the curtains down. A situation he'd practiced dozens of times and tonight would be no different. 

immediately jumping in bed upon following procedure he started to fall asleep to the sounds of the fog. As the wailing subsided and the fog passed, Adrian finally passed out. 

 

As Adrian awoke to the sound of wood being tossed into the back he turned suddenly remembering, " oh fuck, todays my birthday."

Jumping out of bed and rushing towards the main room of the house he was greeted by Father looking intimidating as always. "happy birthday kid" he grumbled as Adrian stopped right by the table.  

"At least father makes great food" thought Adrian as his stomach grumbled. sitting down and eating, Father started his breakfast ramblings again. "when I was your age, I already killed a Hurexine and..." 

Adrian had stopped listening by than, more interested in the book of beasts Father had brought home than his ramblings about killing them. Those he had no doubts about, Father was warrior through and through, 2.5 meters of muscle bred for combat. 

Thanking his Father for the meal he went back to practicing his vision, something Father didn't approve of. He never did and never would. 

Adrian had inherited his mothers gifts and Father claimed that using them would only bring tragedy upon him. Adrian however disagreed. ever since the night of eyes when his mother was killed did Father claim this excuse. Adrian knew. The tragedy was hard on Father and ever more so after they moved away from the village to live in solitude.  

 

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