I am Eranalye Tholey.
Having only left my parental home a few weeks ago, I decided to expand my horizon and seek fortune in the vast world that was laid at my feet by making this decision.
I have trained myself in mining and swords very persistantly, yet this was not satisfying my thirst for knowledge at all. I must say I was a bit dissapointed, thinking these boring ways were my only option to become a wealthy and powerful citizen of the world, and bring riches and fame back to my old home, giving my wonderful father and mother everything they should have!
Until one day I woke up, preparing myself once more to the routine of slaying rats and mining gold ore for a pathetic little amount of change, but that morning was different, something was out of the ordinary, as if I had never really woken up. I left my self-made bed of grasses and weeds under the bridge with this restless feeling, and I knew that something special was going to happen that day...
Then I met this guy, I cannot remember his name anymore, that told me a little about a a mysterious power, drawn from the light of the Azure Sun itself, or derived from the lack of it. Hearing about this power, I believe the guy called it \"magic\", my whole body began to tingle, right up into the very tip of my wings, and I knew this was the special something that was bound to happen. My patience had been rewarded! He told me about Glyphs, magical and mysterious items created directly by the light of the Sun, and their ability to direct the magical powers of the owner into a force that could be used for creating, maintaining or destroying life. We had sat down in the shade of a large tree, as it was a hot and bright morning promissing an even hotter afternoon. I remember vaguely drinking his words as if they were mede, their wondrous melodies dancing through my ears and into my consciousness. We talked for hours and hours, or so I think, because the light started fading when we parted from one another.
He directed me to some other guy, of whom I can also not remember the name, who sold these Glyphs. But when I went to see this second guy, I found that his prices were a little extravagant, yet something pushed me into slaying many rats to achieve these Glyphs, no matter what they cost, believing that something that could unleash such powers would never cost too much.
Suddenly I had a purpose of being... a purpose that directly followed the mood I had when I decided to explore what was then beyond the boundaries of the \"familiar world\" I experienced at the house of my father and mother and sister, blessed be all of them! I decided - well, that is not exactly correct, moreso it was already decided for me before I met this person - to learn about these Glyphs and their powers.
I went into a deep trance, and all I can remember is slaying rats. Slaying rats to pay for the Glyph I so badly wanted... I didn\'t eat, didn\'t sleep, hundreds of rats found their brutal deaths by the sword I had so eagerly learned to wield before I knew where was the real glory. Until the moment was there, that precious moment, that milestone in my life that would change everything...
I had saved up enough to buy myself a Glyph!
Carefully guarding all my hard-earned cash, I ran to the salesman. I had never run so fast, nor so long before, yet I was still strangly energetic when I arrived there. I showed him the thousand Trias, he took a leather pouch from underneath the counter, and slowly, frustratingly slowly, as if he had sensed my impatience, he untied the strings that kept it sealed, and rolled it open on the counter. I couldn\'t believe what I saw, magnificient, vibrant energy folding reality in front of my eyes in such ways I could, for a moment, hear their colors, feel them in my inner soul! And they were within my grasp, laying before me on that simple, small leather patch on the counter...
But there was one, one that was different and grabbed my attention just a little bit more than the others. Perhaps only because it was different? I don\'t know. A dark shadowy finger reached out to me, as if sensing my curiosity, and being a little nervous at first, I soon discovered I was so deeply enjoying its touch I forgot all about the shop, the man and the other Glyphs. Seconds could have passed, but it could have also been hours, that I was completely emerged in that glimpse of a connection I felt with it.
\"Honorable Klyros\", a voice stated, far, far away, like it was coming from the bottom of the deepest well there is. I decided to ignore that voice, as I had never experienced such deep state of bliss and I didn\'t want it to end...
\"Honorable Klyros?\"
After a few more times, I was starting to get a bit annoyed by this nagging voice that wouldn\'t leave me and my Glyph at peace, the shadow slowly began to withdraw, and at the same pace I started to remember where I was.
\"Honorable Klyros, if you want the Glyph of Weakness, you are going to have to pay for it.\"
Suddenly I realized I had, in my haze, unknowingly reached out, had taken the Glyph from its patch and had held it to my chest, cherishing it like a mother would cuddle her new born child. A little embarrassed I handed him the money and walked away. Leaving the shop I barely heard him say a polite \'thank you\', but all I had interest in was the Glyph of Weakness, so that in my haste I forgot my manners and reply to him, but I didn\'t care.
I walked straight into the forest, my feet were chosing the path I went, and I soon found myself in the dark shadows of a part of the forest I don\'t believe many visitors come, until I reached the deepest heart of it. I sat down on an old tree-stump, and maybe it was an instinct, maybe it was a knowledge of magic that had been hidden and dorment in some old dusty basement in my mind, or maybe it was the Glyph itself that showed me, but I started bonding with it. A deep bonding, creating a connection that was unknown to me. Something happened to me that moment, something I can only try to explain. Suddenly everything made so much sense to me, the story of an unexplainable large flock of ravens covering the entire roof of my house at my birth, the year I lived with Janos, the prestidigator, and that mysterious year I vanished and have no recollection of whatsoever! I have not been the same person since that moment we had there, in the forest, my precious Glyph and I!
Afterwards learned that the bonding we did, was called \"purifying\", and that is exactly the right word for it. Only thing is, I have the feeling that I, Eranalye Tholey, am the one that has been purified...
