Mother's Boy (teaser)

In times of war, people have always been drawn to the Various extremes of their natures. Whole villages dedicate themselves, their wives, and even their children to the element of Fire, to purge their lands. Fire to consume the elves, and burn their precious skies and forests. Fires to level entire cities of humans alike. Worshiping doom, and death, they encouraged an end to the Wheel of time, for these Demons only wished to see the World Burn.1

I, however... Do not come from such a village.2

Under the earthen blessings, and gazing up into infinite skies, People distanced from the wars and their worries have been dedicating themselves to Solace. Knowing no extreme too wise, they secretly follow an Extreme of their own: The passive life. Only the lapping flames of war keep their spirits high, and the sin of sloth at bay.3

Each week we receive new recruits. We receive new fugitives, of either side. Elves that have had their ears tagged, Fallen angels with their wings clipped, the occasional demon exposed to human life. All these burdened souls may find their Solace, here in this village. 4

However... for those prone to the feelings of others.. One would certainly know5

Such evils and sorrows couldn't possibly enter such a village... And still have it preserve its Innocence. 6

On my father's deathbed, a peaceful passing all these years ago... only several dozen moons of age, as my badge... I was promised the existence of a Brother, somewhere far off.7

A brother that would have Eagle's eyes. 8

My Mother, the Elder in our humble village, was not the one to birth such a brother. Even though she had all but enslaved my traveling father to inseminate her womb... her demonic seed and blessings passed to me, and were not to be passed on again. He had Cheated.9

That day my mother lent to me a special stone. she claimed it a crystal that could greatly enhance any power of mine. It was a stone that could only Enhance, however. In fact... I've grown to like this stone.10

The stone appears to be an orb of Glass... however, light seems to flux in it, as if water... and occasionally, the stone would darken or grow black liquid strands, as if murk.11

It was on the day of my father's passing, that the stone grew its murkiest.12

And even now, as I ride the Elder's white mare into the night... This stone only Begins to reveal the clarity it once was. May the Winds guide my flight. In times of war, people have always been drawn to the Various extremes of their natures. Whole villages dedicate themselves, their wives, and even their children to the element of Fire, to purge their lands.13

I do not come from such a village.14

My Brother however... He does.