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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 954277" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 083“The Escape”Mania had come around.  He was quite embarrassed by his emotional breakdown.  He was starting to think something was wrong with him.  Men are not supposed to sure strong emotions- and to cry!  The Pyreen Kara had coaxed him into calming down and focusing on his memories that had been stirred by her.“You are older than you think Mania.  You look and think you are 18 summers old but in truth you are older.  You are closer to 50 years old.  A by-product of your parent’s unique conditions.  Your mother was in the resistance.  She was trying to stop the rulers of the city-states from becoming more powerful.  It was during this time she met and fell in love with a man known as Victor Parcellbonacus.  In was the beginning of the end for the Resistance.Unknown to her or any of the other members, Victor was in truth the very Sorcerer-King they were trying to dethrone.  Using your mother, he learned the names and activities of the Resistance members.  Once he felt he had all the information he needed, he killed your mother and crushed the Resistance.  Unknown to him, he had fostered a child.  During one of his extended leaves, your mother carried and birthed you.  At the time of birth, the Resistance had just learned of who Victor truly was.  Even as he arrived back to the secret building they called home, I and several other allies of the Resistance escaped.  In my arms was a bundle.  That bundle was you.  We could hear him shout then there was a terrible explosion. Only here came out.Rumors spread of you within the Resistance.  It was believed you were the Chosen One.  A human borne of something greater than human.  You would be the perfect human.  You would be stronger, faster and smarter than the average human.  It was suspected you would have powers of the Will and the Way.  Perhaps as great as your mother and father.  You were to become a Champion.To keep you safe, we secreted you to a small village far to the north of Tesh.  You were brought up to know the difference between good and evil, right and wrong.  We checked yearly on you and the village.  You did indeed grow to be all we expected…and much more.  Though very old, we had a powerful Seer come to you once.  It would be the last time we would visit you.The Seer saw visions of you.  You lead armies.  There was blood shed and destruction.  There was a horrible war.  Undead walked the valley freely.  She screamed out and before passing away said you were to be a force of destruction.  She could not give further details. It was too great for her.My elders had a long summit at Pyreen Grove to the far west.  Many felt you should be destroyed.  You were afterall…the son of a Sorcerer-King.  Others argued the influence of your mother.  She was a powerful psion and knew much about magic theory.  Perhaps her essence was stronger.  And yet others felt you would decide.  You were the final master of your fate.  You see, the visions told never said you started the war, created the undead or were evil.  Perhaps you were a force of good…or at least change.We decided to allow you to live and fate would decide.  Many of the younger pyreen, myself included, disobeyed our leader and her laws.  We would still check on you.  When the Dragon of Tyr struck your village, we thought the visions were blown out of perspective.  But you lived.  The visions had to be true.  You have a destiny and I can only hope it is a destiny for good.”Five minutes go by as Mania and Cosa take this in.  It would crush the mind of most men.  To learn he was the child of a Sorcerer-King and destined to be a leader in a bloody destructive war.  That he was aging very slowly because magic and/or psionic residue is in his blood.  A hard deep breath is let go.  One he didn’t know he was holding.  Mania looks up.  A new light in his eyes.  One not there before.  One that makes Kara uncertain if it was wise to tell him what she knew of him.“So…Where do I go from here?” He says a queer look on his face.  Was he still mentally stable?  Who could know…until he acts.</blockquote>

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