TBTCH: Hero Brighteyes
From Create Your Own Story
The smell of rosemary tingles in your nostrils familiarly. The air is warm on your skin. The fine cotton of your robes is stiff and comforting. You can feel the heat of the candles, but cannot see them. All is darkness for you, blind from birth. You were left on the doorstep of the monestary of the Grand Church of Aestus, abandoned by mysterious parents. You were raised by the monks, and you know no other life.
You feel Grand Monk Wahlen's fingers on your chin, soft and warm. "You may not be able to see it my child." He says in a quiet voice, echoing in the main chamber. "But your face is one of angel's. God himself would be proud of his creation."
"Such things matter not to me Master..." You say, embarrassed by the compliment. "God did not see fit to give my eyes sight, thus he teaches me of the little importance of beauty."
"Wise words young Brighteyes. You learn your lesson's well."
After prayer services you leave the main chamber, for your duties. You hear the steps of Faine, unmistakable from all the others. The only other boy your age in the monestary, Faine too is an orphan. However Faine has an air of cruelty around him that the monks rarely see. He scares you, though he hasn't done much to earn that fear. You smell him, lavender, from the statuary. He brushes very close, you can almost hear him breathing, but he goes past leaving you chill.
