brought to you by Durane
Date: 10/31/2004 at 7:26
From: Azzie's baby boy, Durane Tervicz, Son of Vertigo
To : Everyone
Subj: Writing competition
Here I announce the writing competition's end. Throughout the course of it only one participant took part - Tow and I thank him for that. His prize money has been mailed to him and the 400 gold I promised the guild per entry has been deposited. With his permission I put with this post his essay, read and enjoy! Thanks
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THE EGG
I come from a land far away across the great eastern salt waters. There I lived with my parents, a man I called Father and mother Gaiana, in the northern forests. We lived in peace with nature. My parents saw how much I loved nature, the freedom, the animals, the trees...
It was my father's most deep wish that I once became a member of a guild in Sapience, it was my destiny.
When I still was a little baby, Gaiana used to take me with her when she went harvesting some plants and roots to flavour diner and to make some medicine. She always noticed how a white headed eagle was circling above us. And only at the times she took me with her. At first this worried her but soon she got used to it. To have her hands free she left me playing on a blanket under the sun in a clearing in the forest, close to where she was harvesting.
One day she wandered of a bit further in the woods and all the sudden she heard the eagle scream, only seconds later followed by a crying baby. She hurried to the clearing and saw how the eagle tried to take off with me my head stuck in one of his talons. But at the sight of Gaiana the eagle dropped me and flew away to the mountains. Gaiana was able to catch me and to immediately heal my wounds with the plants and herbs she was carrying with her. But on the left side of my face three scars remained.
I still remember Father telling me the story when I was older. He always said somehow the Eagle spirit felt connected with me and the connection was so strong he wanted to hoist me to his nest. He told me to always watch out for signs of this Eagle spirit as from that day on it would always be my guide and protector. That's also how they named me, Tumbling on Wings. What they later shortened to Tow.
THE HATCHING
But when I was about 15 years, Father became very ill. But he was to far gone, the Gods called him to them. But before he died he made some last confessions.
He told me to stay away from the Serpentlords. He once was one of them. He did so many evil things words couldn't even describe them. But then an old druid opened his eyes and helped him escape Sapience. After many years of penitention and meditation he encountered Gaiana. Did the gods forgave him??
Nature was there home and Gaiana got blessed, she got me We mourned for him and prayed the Gods to shelter his soul.
A couple of years after this my mother, Gaiana, died also.
There rested me nothing else to do than to find my way to Sapience.
An adventurer named Caspian took me with his ship onto the oceans. But our ship was caught in a terrible storm. I couldn't help, cause I even was seasick before the storm. I got hit by something in the head and the next thing I know...
I am overseeing Sapience from an island floating in the sky....
THE NEST
After finally having found my way to the sentinels after being in the druid-guild for awhile I finally was found by my real parents. It took me some time to get used to that they were my real parents... but I couldn't have imagined a better family to belong to! The greatest day in my life in Sapience...
Tow united again with Kyra and Tranox!
Later I found out what happened...
Kyra and Tranox were taking the ferry to Ulangi. I was laying in my baby basket looking at the sky. One moment the sea was calm but then out of nowhere came a giant wave and we all were thrown out of the boat. They both tried to save me but my basket floated away. Just before dad could reach me a giant sea-eagle appeared and took the basket in his claws. He dropped me near an island in the great eastern salt waters. There I was found by Gaiana, who raised me as her own son.
written by Tow Windsong
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Yours culture-lovingly,
Durane
Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Mayan, in the year 376 AF.