saireth
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Posted: Aug 16th, 2009 at 05:05 pm
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The storms raged on as the spirits were slowly dying and facing defeat to the gods of the celestial heavens above forcing retreat unto the creators, the spirits. a new reign was to begin as the storms carried on in violence and uncontrollable in all fashions on planet earth as it suffered from this final battle of the great war. The fire spirit had different ways of working his strength and might as he then did a chant looking down on the small island of Paraise and he performed the utteterance of his deep hollow voice to impregnate the beautiful virgin on this small island, but the gods rwlealized these plans as they saw in their third eye and knew they had no control over the matter, untill they conquered the spirits. Thus the war waged on for 9 more months and the spirits lost all thier strength and suffered heavy defeat in the end of the last triumph of the gods while they arisen victorius. Now they were handed the task to find the birthing place of the infant invoked by the great fire spirit. They then sent out black riders of the heavens as the child was being born.
On the small Island of Paraise the heavily puffed clouds approached on the gloomy night and the villagers ran for cover in their homes in the small village, but the lightning and clouds came so quick the people knew there was a divine purpose for such an event. The childbirthing was taking place as the mother was giving a new life with her mother helping with the entirety of the process, lightning struck from the wrath of the gods. Oddly enough horse hooves could be heard and felt lightning struck as well. At that moment the child was brought into the world, not to be the savior, but to revive the spirits. The grandmother of the child tended to the infant and was going to hand the child to her daughter, but her daughter passed away after the birth of the child. Then then grandmother of the child looked outside her window as she was about to weep, but did not have time as she saw an initial invasion of the land led by tall men on great black horses with yellow piercing eyes driving on in the storm and beating rain.
She wrapped up the child and saw people of the masses beginning to get slaughtered and houses burnt in the raid. She took the child and directed herself into Woodlon Forest. She ran and ran for her life as she saw a large hollow tree she and the child crouched in the carved tree out of the rain and the black riders passed leaving the whole village gone with life.
The next day sailors saw smoke arising on the ocean horizon and neared the island with caution. They made their way to land and the odor of bodies flooded the air. They looked for survivors and saw the old lady holding the newborn in s state of shock. The sailors then took the child and new born to the nearest continent.
The grandmother could no longer had the means of resources to tend to the child, thus she gave the child to the local orphanaage. She names the child Saireth Firon, meaning Lord of Fires. Then he grew up in the orphanage as a the short scawny kid who was a loner, the quiet type. So he was miss understood on every level around the other children. He only had one friend whom did help him in all the situations of frustrations, her name was Mary. Saireth was pushing 15 and he was one year till the orphanage was to kick him out by sixteen. He and Mary were very close friends as they grew up together and he did carry feelings for her, but never spoke of them sense he was very introverted.
The very day came when he and Mary were forces to the streets by sixteen and there was a parade of local heroes that were fighters of the land, Saireth knew this excited Mary on all accounts so he tolerated the parade as he stared away.
Mary looked at him and said, "May I go see the champion? I will being back the food and water for us from one of the merchants." Saireth just nodded to display his approval as he always did. Saireth always tended to Mary in very silents ways. But it was no more then a half hour in the busy streets and he know something was wrong. He hunted the streets like a predator silently hiding his panic.
Thus he saw in the alley streets Mary being pushed around by some of the local fighters and the trenched coat orphan charged at the trained fighters and beat them deliberately, thus it was too late when he drew near. Mary was gone from the plane of existence, but he shed one tear for her as the men he did kill were laying beside her body and him was well. Royal guards saw the scene as they walked by the alley. With the seen set up it seemed as if Saireth was the Murderer. Then he was locked in prison for 7 years and there was a figure outside his cell. It was Whoosh from the Dragonspire Army as they remembered those tragic evenets from 7 years back. Saireths execution was soon to be set the next day. Then he chose life and to full fill his destiny of being the warrior he was meant to be.
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Saireth Firon : Triumph, Tregedy, and Victory - (Read 62 Times)