Old Memories
Guardia Fields
May 25 of the year 323
Mana Holy Day
As I walk into the Temple of Beryl, it reminded me of my family back home. As you see, my father wanted me to become a priest. It's a family tradition, from his father, from his father. I'm the twenty-seventh generation, born and raise in a family who heals people. Although, can't we just stop the people who hurt them?
As a young lad, I lived in the town's healer shop. I went to school and didn't
have to worry about becoming anything, until my sixteenth birthday.
Apparently my parents hired a jester, for the entertainment of the celebration.
He was sort of okay, although his magic amazed me. To be able to cast fire on demand.
The next day my day my father talk to me. "Madoushi, you shall be continuing the practice of healing within our family. You shall start now."
"I must decline sir, I choose the path of black magic. We could stop the
hurting of people by stopping of the source."
"No son of mine shall become a mage, the cause of pain within people. If you
shall become a mage, I shall give the apprenticeship to your younger brother
Kijutsu."
"Do what you must, I shall be a hero by saving lives."
From that day on, I packed my bags and left to the mages guild. Where I became
apprentice of the great wizard, Fei Ling. Although it got cut short when I
heard that my village was being raided. At the age of 21 I had to go back and
protect it.
When I was 25, my friend, Oni had return to the world. I hadn't
been able to contact him for about four years and he returns suddenly with stories of his
adventures in the Cleft.
As a good friend I took over his job and title as the guard of Pluto within
the Chosen clan. That's my history.
"Uh, sir, are you alright? " said a voice behind me. I look back and see it was just a young priestess.
"Aye, your doing a good job. Keep it up, do not let evil with in this area."
"Aye, sir. Thank you, sir."
And with that I walk away, back to patrolling the area around Rocket Town and Truce for signs of trouble or lawbreakers.