Jaeus
07-30-2006, 07:10 PM
In Tunaria, a planet lonesome in space, lived two humans. They went by the names Bainne and Keina. They were a married couple who resided in Freeport. Bainne, was a fierce, strong warrior, oppose to Keina, a sweet priest. They had met when they were in their twenties at a bar. At first sight they knew they'd be together. After a long while of marriage they decided to have kids. The first one was named Zaolith, who grew up to be a rogue. The second one who came out was the one you may know as me. The day I was born, it was a cold, rainy day. Everyone in Freeport was indoors, with the exception of guards, and the coachman.
I was a large baby, but with years, I grew very strong. I loved both of my parents with my whole heart. They were very kind, and brought me up well. In my fifth year I went out alone into the wilderness. The barren desert made me sweat, the animals were very irritated as well. One, known commonly as a Pestilence Rat came up to me. It was hungry, I saw it in it's eyes. The animal quickly shocked me, and made me fall backwords. I dashed to my side to pick up a broken branch. I was well trained for these attacks, but I was but a small child. I ran up to the rat, smacked it as ard as I could, but the stick broke on contact with the coarse lightning shell surrounding it. I was again zapped, and I fell, unconcious.
I woke up a day later on my hay bed. It was very uncomfortable and my chest ached. Above me stood Mithaniel Marr, a great crusader. He had rescued me from the rat. He was then like an older brother to me. I loved him, we played, he trained me, and we hunted together. Until one day...A sudden storm struck as we were in the Northern Ro., hunting Deathfist orcs. A red wind swayed quickly. Mithaniel shielded me with his holy power. He eventually, as we ran back to the city fell. The contact to the ground made a thump. I shook his body...nothing. Tears dropped from my eyes onto his back. With his fatal breath he spoke and handed me a book, "The Holy Light...Take it...Learn from it....And carry on my...my...my dr...ea..." I snatched the book and tried to carry the corpse. I got 15 feet from where he died and let him go. I made way to the city to quickly tell my parents.
They were sad as well, but they tried not to show me. I then studied the book and the great ways of the Paladin. With my young studies, I was very muscular and powerful. At my school, no one would try to engage in combat with me. Years later, I was sitting on my front step when a delivery boy ran up to me.
"Are you...Jase Bloodmoon?" He inquired.
I looked at him angrily, "Jaeus is the name."
He shrugged and handed me the package. I paid him off my lunch change and ran inside to open the package. It read, "Jaeus, when you read this, you might not remember me. It is Mithaniel. I want you to have the item in this package. You will always have a place in my heart." Is all I read before the tears blocked out the words. I opened the package and inside it was Mithaniel's favorite sword. It gleamed well, with a blue aura. I was so proud to behold such an item. Then something popped into my head...The red wind. I had studied it for weeks, until I had found out it was the Bertoxxulian Pox. It was created on accident by some alchemists as they attempted to make a weapon that would freeze humans. I had also found out they wanted to kill all the holy ones.
I had then kept notes on my wall. Simple ones that would remind me each time I looked at them, the men, the pox, and Mithaniel. I was soon the age of 15, when I decided I would find these men and slay them. I embarked on a crazy journey, which eventually led me to be a recruit in the Lightwolf Army. All I remember now is everything I've wrote, and the plague that took me while fighting in Seriak. The plague that brought the Night Elf, the plague that killed half of my men, and the plague that had changed me. There is still a huge gap in my life that I will soon find. As of now, I still search the Nether, looking for my past.
I was a large baby, but with years, I grew very strong. I loved both of my parents with my whole heart. They were very kind, and brought me up well. In my fifth year I went out alone into the wilderness. The barren desert made me sweat, the animals were very irritated as well. One, known commonly as a Pestilence Rat came up to me. It was hungry, I saw it in it's eyes. The animal quickly shocked me, and made me fall backwords. I dashed to my side to pick up a broken branch. I was well trained for these attacks, but I was but a small child. I ran up to the rat, smacked it as ard as I could, but the stick broke on contact with the coarse lightning shell surrounding it. I was again zapped, and I fell, unconcious.
I woke up a day later on my hay bed. It was very uncomfortable and my chest ached. Above me stood Mithaniel Marr, a great crusader. He had rescued me from the rat. He was then like an older brother to me. I loved him, we played, he trained me, and we hunted together. Until one day...A sudden storm struck as we were in the Northern Ro., hunting Deathfist orcs. A red wind swayed quickly. Mithaniel shielded me with his holy power. He eventually, as we ran back to the city fell. The contact to the ground made a thump. I shook his body...nothing. Tears dropped from my eyes onto his back. With his fatal breath he spoke and handed me a book, "The Holy Light...Take it...Learn from it....And carry on my...my...my dr...ea..." I snatched the book and tried to carry the corpse. I got 15 feet from where he died and let him go. I made way to the city to quickly tell my parents.
They were sad as well, but they tried not to show me. I then studied the book and the great ways of the Paladin. With my young studies, I was very muscular and powerful. At my school, no one would try to engage in combat with me. Years later, I was sitting on my front step when a delivery boy ran up to me.
"Are you...Jase Bloodmoon?" He inquired.
I looked at him angrily, "Jaeus is the name."
He shrugged and handed me the package. I paid him off my lunch change and ran inside to open the package. It read, "Jaeus, when you read this, you might not remember me. It is Mithaniel. I want you to have the item in this package. You will always have a place in my heart." Is all I read before the tears blocked out the words. I opened the package and inside it was Mithaniel's favorite sword. It gleamed well, with a blue aura. I was so proud to behold such an item. Then something popped into my head...The red wind. I had studied it for weeks, until I had found out it was the Bertoxxulian Pox. It was created on accident by some alchemists as they attempted to make a weapon that would freeze humans. I had also found out they wanted to kill all the holy ones.
I had then kept notes on my wall. Simple ones that would remind me each time I looked at them, the men, the pox, and Mithaniel. I was soon the age of 15, when I decided I would find these men and slay them. I embarked on a crazy journey, which eventually led me to be a recruit in the Lightwolf Army. All I remember now is everything I've wrote, and the plague that took me while fighting in Seriak. The plague that brought the Night Elf, the plague that killed half of my men, and the plague that had changed me. There is still a huge gap in my life that I will soon find. As of now, I still search the Nether, looking for my past.