Soulstaff
Legacy: Generation
1
Blizzard War
Prologue
Dymin
2nd, 588
It was a chilly, starry night, even though spring was fast approaching.
As a result, most people finished their chores and tasks as early as they
could and returned to their warm homes that night in Tennic, the largest city in
Gontoria--and indeed, the world. And
the residents of the Whitestar Orphanage in the slum sector of the city were no
exception.
The stars seemed to shine especially bright
this night, as if they were trying their damnest to bring light into the dark
sky. One star in particular, the
blue star called Arkos, outshone all of its brothers.
A lone figure in a cloak carrying a basket
briskly walked the streets that night. The
figure was thankful for the starlight, because it helped guide him on his task.
Upon reaching the doorsteps to the Whitestar Orphanage, the figure placed
the basket down on the stoop and took a quick look around.
The figure bent down and pulled away the blanket covering the basket to
reveal a baby.
The child was oddly quiet, not at all
raising a fuss. He was clearly a
human; Eonian, at that. His brown
eyes were squinted and his face was scrunched up, as if everything he saw vastly
confused him, and he was hoping to make sense of it.
The slightest bit of brown fuzz covered his otherwise bald head.
The figure smiled.
"How fragile you seem...yet experience has taught me how resilient
you can be," the figure said softly, reaching down to kiss the child's
forehead. "Your fate is your
own now. I can not interfere with
your growing up. I can only hope
that you make the right choices."
Suddenly, the front door was pulled open.
A young woman wrapped up in a blue cloak with a lit candle in her hand
stepped out and looked around. "Is
someone there?" she asked. She
thought she had heard a voice. But
nobody was there. It wasn't until
she looked down that she noticed the basket and the quiet baby inside, looking
up at her with an expression of intense concentration.
The woman looked around for who left it, but there was no trace.
She bent down and picked the basket up, examining the baby inside.
"Another orphan...," she said with lament.
"And what's your name?" She
looked in the basket, but there was no note or anything at all to provide a hint
of who this child was.
"I guess you don't have one.
Well, my name's Michelle. Michelle
Whitestar. What should I call
you?" The child blinked then
looked away from her, staring up at the night-filled sky.
Unconsciously, Michelle followed his gaze.
She noticed that Arkos, the blue star, was shining very brightly.
"Isn't that an omen of good fortune?" she absently asked
herself. Michelle looked back to the
child, who grinned at her. "Arkos...that's
not a bad name, now that I think about it."
Taking one last look around, Michelle brought the basket inside, closing
the door behind her.
