Kiluminati

In the days of the clans fierce traditions of pride and loyalty were upheld at the highest costs.

My story begins with 2 of these clans. As my mother was descendent of the Sraan Irhhnth, translated, the Scorpion clan, and my father was descendent of the Sraan Arna, Boulder Clan.

At this time the two clans had tensions between each other. My father was warned of his relationship with my mother, it was forbidden. On the night of my birth my fathers clansmen had found our location. They came shortly after my birth. While my father held them at bay my grandmother took me and ran off into the night.

Shortly after they stole my parents breath. I never saw their faces, never felt their touch.

My grandmother led us for many days through the stinging winds of the desert. For days we traveled only stopping to rest the horse.

Eventually we came to rest at a small oasis, consisting of only two small trees and a small grouping of rocks providing some small shade. This is what I came to know as home for many years. As a child I would spend most of my days "hunting" small insects for fun, whilst my grandmother wandered into the desert to find real food. She was slowly spending more and more time sleeping, father time apparently catching up to her. One day she called me close and told me the story of my parents, and to never forget what they sacrificed for me.

"There is a town a days travel west from here child, you must go there," she slowly said.

"Are you well enough to travel, I can not leave you," I quickly replied.

"I am not coming with you, my time has come to travel the road," she said, in between coughs.

Shortly after she closed her eyes never to reopen them.

It was days before I worked up the courage to trek westward. I had nothing of any use except a tiny flask of water. The sun pounding down on me during the day, the night sounds bringing the essence of fear into my heart in the eve. Eventually I came upon a city wall, and made my way to the gate. Being as young as I was I could not read much more than single letters. All I remember on the sign was an M, which I eventually discovered was Muspar'i. The town was very large, something I had never seen, people everywhere. All surrounded by desert as far as the eye could see.

I spent the next couple years of my life scrounging for food and stealing whatever I could find to survive. I had no choice, there was no one for me to turn to. One day a man fully dressed in armor caught me digging in his pouch, he grabbed my hand squeezing so hard I yelped in pain. Dragging me towards a dark alley I saw flashes of my short life before my eyes. The glint of steel awakening me from my daydream, I cowered raising my arm in a feeble attempt to shield myself.

"He is but a child," spoke a low voice in the shadows.

"A useless thief! Slime like this should suffer a horrible fate!" growled the burly man.

A cloaked figure stepped out from a dark corner. He made a slight gesture towards the large man, freezing him in his tracks. The armored man just stood there staring off into nothingness.

"Go about your business now good sir," commanded the shadowy man.

Without a single word the man released his grip on me, slowly turned and walked away into the busy street.

"There are better ways to live child. Come with me I have something I want to show you."

He lead me southward for days, we crossed forests, rivers, and even vast lava flows. I'd never been in such a place I could feel the moisture in the air, not a single spec of sand in sight. Our destination finally became clear. A large tower out the east gate of the city of Crossing. Telescopes peeking out of the occasional window and porch. For years he taught me everything he knew. He taught me to read, taught me write, and taught me the appreciation of the heavens. Many sparkling stars like diamonds in the sky.

"Much power dwells within the stars," he told me.

My only family was this man. He had taken me in and cared for me like his own, never asking for anything in return. I wept for days when he passed on to the stars. In my heart I knew that was where he wanted to be, among the stars forever remembered.

Nineteen years old, I was alone again. For years the only people I turned to were the leaders of the Moon Mage guild. They expanded the knowledge my surrogate father had taught me. I trained and learned as much as I could, keeping mostly too myself. Eventually the time came to leave the tower and explore the world beyond its protection. My journeys brought me to many places. Across the Dragon's Spine, the forests of Shard, and the Keep of Theren, where I finally settled. The quite rustic area of El Bain's. Weeks I spent practicing my magics, practicing my hunting skills.

But as always, I was still alone, but not for long. A few people had shown me kindness, and over time we became good friends to the extent that I called her sister. Motarra, and her father Benan took me in as family. And it has been this way ever since. They are forever part of my Ru'at, ones that I would die for.

That's most of my story up to this day. I've made many friends in my journey, few enemies. Forever on my quest to be the best Mage I can be.

Last Revised: 06/27/03