Prologue; The Overseer
Terra is a place, a world of wonders, a world of tragedies and miracles. So vast is its lore, ever expanding and ever demanding sacrifice to satisfy its thirst. I have watched for a very long time. I witnessed as the Phoenix scorched the lands with life, I saw the great primes rise and fall, I even watched as Nergal turned towards corruption and sought to destroy all life. They call me Kuldar a name first given to me by the Zionians, I am one of four wind Elementals that roam this world, the most potent of the four is myself. Some say that I'm The Unbound, Wind Of The West and others call me The Mind Of Terra, The Scribe or The Overseer. I don't know these things to be true, however I do know that I'm unique compared to my brethren, while other elementals are inclined to their purpose of upholding balance in their element, I am however not. Instead, I'm filled with the desire to study things with utmost curiosity, not just that, I am also greatly interested in other life forms to the signification of feeling a certain hint of bounding kinship between them and myself, but above all other I am mostly fascinated by Humans. In their short life span they're the ultimate aspects of freedom through versatility and unpredictability. You're never exactly sure where place to one, for they might fit there today but not tomorrow and thus are impossible to lay judgment upon. They have the ability to turn their greatest weaknesses into strengths without boundaries, this I have witnessed.
Once a weakly lonely beggar, an orphan on the streets, one day turns out to be the greatest hero of this era, reverting a disastrous fate, vanquishing a power great enough to lay ruin to all, bringing peace across Terra that would last long after his time has ended. A feat of such peerless selfless bravery could hardly be accomplished by an individual of any other race in such a short lifetime. Other races mostly refer to generic humans as naive, foolish, weak and unreliable. But if there is a race on Terra that is mostly gifted and has made the largest mark on our history it is them. They have changed in so many ways over the ages, now humans have been blessed with various bloodline abilities along with being cursed with the deadliest plagues that creep Terra. It is Truly miraculous how they balance themselves as a race, each individual differs drastically from the other, although each one is perfect in their own way.
Yet at the same time it seems that they're all the same no matter how
cruel, sad, mad, evil, good, stubborn or lost they are,
They always have something to share, “a connection”.
“The unbreakable bond”
Some deny it, yet it is there,
one may resist it, still it persists,
beyond the darkest pits of the vanquished it will remain,
Never to falter, conducted by faith.
(The Paladins pledge. Closing verse)
I only hope that one day we might all share a gift as splendorous as this and explore it to its full potential, or are we just to ignorant to notice something that already rests within each and everyone of us? Are we yet to discover that supreme element that all things have in common? Something that doesn't just connect humans, but all creations of this world and beyond.
Far in the Eridell forest on a dark winter night bright shine in the distance illuminates the dim and cold atmosphere, I felt driven to investigate the area. Approaching the premises I saw a house engulfed in vicious fiery blaze. Almost on instinct I quelled the flames to prevent them from spreading any further. But as I did I heard a vague cry coming from the burned down hovel. It was a human child wrapped in cloth, right next to the child was a body of a young fair woman that had been mortally wounded beside being badly burned, thankfully though the child seemed untouched by the fire. If left alone though, he would likely be hunted by horrors that lurk deep in the dark forest at night. So without even thinking twice I carefully lifted the child and brought him to my Island in the sky, A place I call Sorhal that I created long ago as a sanctuary, a refuge for spirits, as well as a place where I gather my studies of Terra. Upon arrival many spirits expressed their concerns towards this action as some of them believed that it could bring peril towards Sorhal. What if someone would come looking for the child? What if humans would blame the spirits for the child's disappearance? However, I did not let their disputes sway my decision, he was to be raised here in the safety of my sanctuary under my supervision and guidance. I promised the spirits to teach the child to respect them and not to bring harm upon them.
At last most of the spirits accepted the child's presence, some abandoned and others simply tolerated thinking that they had no better place to be or feared mortal enslavement.
Years passed by and the child crew ever so rabidly, I nurtured him, taught him the rights from wrongs, the common language, the lore of our world, the past times that I had witnessed and documented.
I named him Kai meaning “Living Creation” the name comes from the word KI which is “Life Energy” the energy of the phoenix, the bringer of mortal life. This seemed to be an appropriate name for the child considering he's the only mortal organism on Sorhal. Raising Kai was no picnic, tending to his needs, teaching him how to behave around the spirits, the child had no sense of being. Unlike elementals who are born with a purpose, a human child has no specifics, which for an Elemental such as myself was a bit hard to comprehend, but with time I was able to gain the proper enlightenment to handle the parenting position of which I stress is not as easy as it seems even for a powerful Elemental. At numerous times couple of the Spirits attempted to get rid of the child, tricking the youngster into trouble, some even went so far as trying to murder him, however I was always there to defend him, keeping him out of harms way. With time the spirit's hostility towards him decreased and some even came to bond with him.
The only thing that Kai desperately lacks is experiencing his own kin and sometimes it expresses within him an impression of deeply rooted loneliness subsequent from not having anyone to properly relate with. In an effort to compensate I fetched a piece of wood from the wreaked hovel and from it I carved out the face of the deceased woman that I believe was his mother and wore it as my own face and still do til this very day, While this didn't completely quell the sadness resting within him it did sustain some kind of compassionate image of which he could relate and hold on to. One day though for better or worse he will need to leave my nest in the sky and face his own blood on the ground bellow uniting his past broken bonds.
As of today he is 15 years of age and his characteristics have developed to be quite intriguing. He is playful and curious towards almost every aspect in the worlds content, a bit naive perhaps, but Embraces life with such enthusiastic Attitude attended by a faithful mindfulness without any indication of doubt or ignorance, that if held true could only lead to greatness and the betterment of our world. No doubt that this boy will make his own mark upon our history and I will undoubtedly be there to note every chapter.