The Beginning
The sun was shining,the birds were chirping and everything seemed so alive. Drezua and his daughter Secila approached the house of Tirou. It had been 7 years since Tirou had found Nythi that fateful day. Drezua knocked on the door and waited for the answer. "You act good in front of your daddy's friend okay Secila? Promise me...I need to discuss something important with Tirou so you are going to play with Nythi." Drezua told Secila "Yes daddy, YAY I get to see Nythi...he is so handsome" "What did you say!? You are too young for that kind of stuff Secila!" "But he is..." Drezua hugged Secila "You are growing up so fast, and your brother isn't going to like this!" "Oh daddy!" A moment later Tirou opened the door and greeted his guests. "Come in, I am sure the walk here was tiring" "Nothing too bad" Drezua replied with a smile on his face "NYTHI! Come play with Secila" Nythi just like any 7-year-old boy thought all girls had cooties, not to mention that he was extremely shy. He walked slowly to the door, keeping his head to the floor. "H..ello Secila" Nythi said slowly Nythi had grown quite a bit since he was a small child, and become quite handsome. Secila wasn't the only girl in the village that thought he was handsome. Nythi had almond shaped sky blue eyes, his hair was lustrous and golden, he had small ears and nose(typical of the Elven race) and a pair of dimples. He was quite handsome not just for an elf but for any race, but that also got him into trouble with the other local boys. Secila was especially fond of Nythi. That made the boys even more jealous of Nythi, because Secila, like Nythi was the centre of attention in the small village of Vesta. "Hi, Nythi how is everything going?" Secila asked "Fine, let's go outside?" "Sure, I'd go anywhere with you" Secila replied lovingly "Father I am going to play outside with Secila" Nythi yelled, trying to avoid Secila's attention. "Wait here a second, I have to get something" Nythi went to retrieve his personal items, his bow and arrows, and his sword. "Are you ready?" Secila asked "Yup" Nythi nodded They walked deep into the forest, both enjoying the warm sunlight. Nythi wanted to go sit by the waterfalls, like he always did. He was somewhat of a loner and he had few friends, except for Secila's older brother, Arderil. Even though he was 4 years older Arderil and Nythi were like brothers, they were always looking out for each other and they had a special bond. As soon as they arrived to the peaceful waterfalls, they took a seat and just sat and watched. "Nythi, do you love me?" Secila asked losing her patience "WHAT! I don't love you! What kind of a question is that?" Nythi replied in shock and anger. "Well do you?" "NO! I am only 7 yrs. old, what do you expect me to say?" And that was Nythi's first but not last experience with a girl. Just as he finished that sentence some of the local boys came upon them. "Well, look what we have here? Secila why would you spend time with this loner, when you could be with a great guy like myself?" asked Danil Copain "THE REASON IS BECAUSE I WOULD RATHER SPEND TIME WITH SOMEONE THAT HAS SOME CLASS!" yelled Secila "What this loner?" Danil said "What did you call me?"Nythi replied angrily "You heard me LONER!" "LONER?!" Nythi suddenly lost control and jumped on Danil and started punching him. Danil tried desperately to get Nythi off, but he would not relent. Suddenly Nythi realized what he was doing and got off of Danil. "I am sorry...."Nythi apologized as he started running home. When he arrived home, he immediately slammed the door shut. "Nythi...what is the matter?" Asked Tirou with concern. "Nothing, I just would like to be alone father, is that alright?" "Of course Nythi" Right after Nythi left, there came a knock on the door. It was Tomas Copain, Danil's father. "Did your son do this to my boy?" "I am uncertain, but I will ask him. Nythi come here please." Nythi walked slowly into the room knowing what was coming next. "Did you do that to Danil?" Indicating the black eye Nythi had given Danil. "It wasn't MY fault, he started it!" Nythi replied in protest "But did you do this?!" "Yes...father..." Nythi answered, rather embarrassed about it. "I am terribly sorry about this Tomas, please forgive my son's rash behaviour I will talk to him later." Tomas left with Danil, as Tirou closed the door. "Nythi, what did I tell you about controlling your temper?" Tirou asked "But...I didn't do anything...."Nythi tried to reply "Nythi! What did I tell you!"? "That...I should not lose my temper..." "Exactly, but you are a smart boy and if Danil agitated you enough to put you over the edge...then you are forgiven." As Nythi exited the room Tirou thought to himself, he is strong of mind and strong of strength...the perfect combination to form the perfect Ranger. Let the training begin... * * * At the age of 15 Nythi began his swordsman skills training. Tirou wanted to teach Nythi the ways of the forest and train him to be a ranger. One crisp autumn afternoon Tirou bade Nythi to come with him. "Where are we going father?" asked Nythi politely. "You will see in time." replied Tirou coolly. After a short walk further into the woods, they came to a stop. Tirou moved some shrubs away and whispered "Gold is precious to only fools." A door suddenly appeared and opened. As Tirou and Nythi entered a light flashed above and bathed the room with a bluish light. Magnificent swords filled the room along with every weapon Nythi could think of. Shining suits of armour, great long bows, and even a huge halberd. "What is this place?" Nythi asked "It is the Gillis family armoury. Generations of my, no our family's famous weapons. From my very own Quicksilver to your grandfather's great long bow, Pandoris." "But why did you bring me here?" "To learn the ways of the ranger and particularly the skills of a fighter, pick any weapon you want" Nythi took a look around until he laid his eyes upon the most beautiful scimitar ever. It looked perfect in every way and glowed a faint red. As Nythi picked it up, he felt not only the perfect balance but also the inner power within the marvellous scimitar. He waved it around a couple times and then turned toward his father. "Father may I use this sword?" "You may, but I advise you to use a second blade until you find Brinney." "Who is Brinney?" "Not who, what. Brinney is the sister blade of Nightingale." Pointing to the scimitar Nythi was holding." I use to own the pair but Brinney was stolen from me a couple years before" "Who stole it?" "Some gnolls, when the house was under attack they snuck into the armoury and took the scimitar." "Do you know where Brinney is now?" "When Nightingale is close to Brinney there will be a strong pull towards each other. Together the scimitars have great power. It is best to use 2 swords until you get Brinney, because that will lessen the urges." "Do you have another scimitar?" "Yes, but it is not enchanted. It is still a good weapon nevertheless." "But I do not know how to wield a scimitar!" "You will learn, my son." * * * 2 weeks afterward Nythi had matched Tirou's skill and was soon surpassing the Legendary Ranger's. In the few weeks alone he had perfectly the fine skill of swordsmanship. "You are getting better everyday Nythi." commented Tirou "Thank you father" Nythi replied modestly "You are the most talented swordsman I have ever seen, including myself." "Father, who is my mother?" Nythi asked during a break of the sparring. "Your mother?!" I guess I should tell you. I am not your real father...when you were just an infant I found you in the woods during the winter. I did not want to leave you, to freeze to death so I took you home." Tirou paused for a moment then continued" I did not originally want you..." "So you didn't want to raise me? Is that it?!" "No, Nythi let me explain myself, I...." "You have no need, I understand perfectly." Nythi sheathed his scimitars and ran straight into the woods. "Nythi! Wait!!" Tirou chased after him as fast as he could, he had to explain himself. Nythi did the only thing a 15-year-old boy could do, cry. "He didn't even want to have me!" Nythi cried in frustration "You are wrong Nythi, at first I admit, I did not like the prospects of raising a child, but as you grew older, I realized that you brought a goal in life. To raise you to become a responsible disciplined warrior and so far you have proven that many times. I could not be more proud to call myself your father Nythi." Tirou moved closer and wrapped Nythi in a big hug. "Thank you...father. But what happened to my real parents?" Nythi managed to say through tear filled eyes. "I do not know, but I found this pendant on you." Tirou said taking out a circular shaped pendant. "What is it?" "I think it has something to do with your parents, your real parents that is" "As far as I am concerned...you are my real parent." * * * Over the years, Nythi trained and trained and progressed in the skills of swordsmanship. As the years went by, Nythi's ranger senses started to kick in, but Tirou grew older and older. One crisp autumn night Tirou woke Nythi up from his slumber. "Nythi, I need to talk with you" "What is it father?" Tirou stared into the sky, gazing at the beauty of the stars. "Life is a marvellous thing, or has the potential to be, but it can only be great if people choose for it to be great my son...but with life also comes death. Death can be a tragic thing...but only if people do not learn to live with it...well son what I am trying to say is that, I am getting old..and I am going to pass away very soon." "Don't say that father..." "No, I must tell you now. Take the pendant from me...and keep it with you always for if you have it with you will always have someone watching over you. Know this Nythi, I love you with all my heart...and so did your parents because they must have had a good reason to leave you. Never forget your roots, and most of all your heritage." "What...you are...dying...?Right now..?" "I felt this coming a long time before...always remember whatever ever you do, I know it will be the right choice, and I will be proud of you for that." "Father...I love you." "I...love....you....too...Nythi." * * * The next couple of days were awkward for Nythi. He would be 21 the next summer coming up and was already a master with his scimitars. Nythi's reputation was fast growing. Inside Nythi knew that Tirou's death was coming. Tirou's skill was getting slower, and even though Nythi's skill was getting better he could feel Tirou's decreasing. Now he was alone, all alone in a world he was just beginning to understand. The house felt cold and empty just like Nythi's heart. Tirou was Nythi's only family that he knew of because some odd reason his parent's felt the need to desert him. Danil Copain came by the house later on in the day. "I am sorry for your loss Nythi. You must be taking this tragically." "Thank you Danil. I am trying to take this as best as possible." "What will become of you Nythi? Are you to stay here by yourself?" "My father told me to live my life, and I believe I cannot do that while I remain here." "Very good choice Nythi, your father would be proud of you." "I will leave in a week, I must prepare my father's grave and organize the house. Will you look over the house while I am gone. I vow right here this moment, I will return to Vesta." "And we will all be awaiting your return." Danil left, and left Nythi with his loneliness. He started packing his belongings and cleaning the house. The physical task of cleaning the house was the only reason why Nythi was able to find sleep. His dreams were of his late great father saying to him those last words "Always remember your roots and heritage but also remember that I love you." A short while later Nythi awakened. He continued the task of cleaning the house when he discovered a scroll with his name on it. He opened and read it: To my beloved Nythi, If you are reading this, then my death has already happened. I am giving you the words of a loving, caring father. Live your life, do not waste away. Find your real parents, and find your links. Nythi know that I was always proud of you and always will be regardless what you do. Finally whenever you are wearing the pendant call the name Kilik and aid will come, farewell my son and remember me always." "Kilik? Where did that come from? I guess from my parents to protect me...we will have to see then." Nythi softly called the name Kilik and smoke appeared out of nowhere, and suddenly much to Nythi's shock was there smoke, remained a great silver wolf. "K..Ki..Kilik?"Nythi asked tentively. The wolf was magnificent, his fur shone in the moonlight making him appear even more beautiful. As if in reply to Nythi the wolf let out a great howl, and that put Nythi on his toes. Kilik was larger than the average wolf by far, a his eyes showed a deeper intelligence than most people. "Are you to protect me?" Nythi asked curiously. How do I get rid of the thing thought Nythi to himself. Maybe if I tell it to go home. "Be gone from here!" Nythi yelled finally mustering enough courage. Just as quickly as the smoke had come Kilik was gone leaving behind nothing but fumes. "That was odd" Nythi reached in to his tunic for the marvellous pendant and to Nythi's surprise it had changed shapes into that of a wolf. Nythi finished cleaning the house because his desire to leave was quickly rising. Nythi had one final thing to take care of. He departed from the house for the forest and found a specific spot. "Gold precious only to fools." Nythi whispered A door opened up and the telltale blue light shone, leading to the Gillis family armoury. Nythi's father voice came out of nowhere. "Son there is a only a few things I must say before I am truly gone. Take my suit of Chain mail, cloak and boots they have been passed down from generation to generation. Kilik will obey the possessor of the pendant but beware he may only be summoned no more than twice a day and no more than 12 hours in total. Take Nightingale and find Brinney, they deserve to be with each other...united in your sheaths, ready to take part of your swords' marvelous dances. Now be off and live your life, my spirit shall watch over the house so do not fret. Drezua and Danil will also be watching so get on with your life, farewell my son." Nythi slowly donned his father's equipment, the magnificent suit of Chain Mail which was very thin yet Nythi could feel the strength of it. Next the Cloak and Boots finely crafted by Elves of the past. "Now I shall be off, with my head high I challenge all that I shall encounter. Following whatever road the Gods have chosen me to take. So be prepared world" Nythi left the armoury for the last time into the world of happiness and pain, get ready world.
