Angie
Vandale
Torris and Farren
I grew up in this land, my father a Paladin, my mother a priestess of a righteous god. They were often away on one of there many quests...though I did not find out what they were searching for until just recently, and I was left in the care of a nanny most of my childhood. Still, I admired my parents greatly, and, followed in my father's footsteps, becoming a Paladin. As a Paladin, I taught the best and brightest children, helping them to reach there fullest potential and training them in the art of self-defense. Many of the children of this land gained great benefits from my knowledge. One day, a young man joined my class. Andrew. He was rather old for my tutorage, he being just 2 years younger than I, but he was very bright and had not received any formal schooling because of the remoteness of his village. He learned quickly, and, I learned to love him. The more he learned, the more I wanted to teach him, so, I studied harder and harder, searching out obscure texts and other books for him, sharing with him all that I learned, as he shared with me all that he found. My studies kept me away from my prayers, but, I felt they were justified, for I was, after all, helping one grow stronger, doing my very best for my student. One day, Andrew came bursting into the classroom late, very unlike him, but most excited. Seems he had found something in the mountain near our village that he wanted to share with us, the entire class. I could tell by the expression on his face that it was special, but he would not tell me. So, despite my misgivings, for, it had turned very cold, we bundled up the other 42 children and started out on a pleasant walk to the nearby mountain, following Andrew, laughing, talking, singing, telling jokes.... until a light snow began to fall. We were only 2 hours from the village, so, I was not concerned, we turned to go back, Andrew's disappointment evident, when the light snow became a blizzard almost instantly. As if the gods.... Anyway, we soon lost our way in the mountains, the children cold and screaming in terror...me almost in a complete panic...when Andrew found the entrance to a cave. We quickly went into the cave, several of the children were missing when we counted, so, I prayed to my lord, and, to my amazement, he appeared. He took me back into the storm, and, I found the 3 missing children...they were dead. I returned to the cave, not telling the others of their friend’s fate, my lord remaining with me. The storm raged for three days, the children frightened and hungry, pleading with me to do something...anything...so, I turned there care over to Andrew and tried to make my way through the storm back to the village for help, asking the still present lord of light to guide me. And that he did, he guided me in circles around the mountain in the blizzard for over 7 days.... never speaking.... smiling peacefully and lovingly...and I grew to hate his smile, for I knew we were only 2 hours from the village. Finally, I cursed him and sent him away from me, falling in the snow and preparing to die, knowing not the fate of the children I loved. When I cursed my lord, my soul turned to ice, and, I knew I would never feel warmth again. Fortunately for me, another deity, in his kindness, found me in the snow and led me directly to the village. He told me that if I would serve him, that I would find warmth again. When I reached the village, I told them where the cave and the children were, truly expecting that the children, including my beloved Andrew, to be dead. They did not believe me.... they still do not believe me.... and neither the children or the cave were ever found.
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