Part Two
After a few more months of instruction, Saifir left Trizan to adventure on his own. It was not soon after this that he was once again confronted by a Black Paladin. And to his surprise, it was Radnor. It happened in a dark corner of a small town in the North, and Saifir was first aware of another presence when he heard a voice from behind him speak:
"Ah, hello young one. I have heard the news of you leaving Trizan. This is always a difficult period, when you must learn to think for yourself."
"Do not attempt to fool me with false kindness, abomination. It will not work." Was Saifir's answered.
"I seek mearly to make your aquantince, " Answered Radnor with a false tone of hurt in his voice. But Saifir was not taken in.
"If that is all of the power you have, I should have struck you down on our first meeting." Saifir said, reaching for his sword.
"Ah, young one. To fight for one who betrayed you so. You still believe in all of the things he taught you, is it?" Asked Radnor, his kindness gone.
"I will never doubt Trizan. He is the purest of the Pure." Saifr answered.
"Ah. If he were so pure, why had he not told you of your family? Why had he not told you of the power we have?" Before Saifir could give a reply, Radnor answered the question. "He fears us. He fears that we are the -true- power. Cast out by the Whites, we are mere scavengers, most of us afraid to venture into heavily populated areas. But we do not lie about this. Think of what he did, boy. Think of your family, being slain and burned alive by those fiends! Think of Trizan hiding his family instead of warning the others! You can never have this back. Never! Trizan stole your family from you!" Radnor was working on that seed of hate he had planted in Saifir. He could see it was working as it should when Saifir took a long pause, pondering this. And indeed, Saifir did blame Trizan for this. And no matter what he was called, now in Saifir's memory it was erased by the lies that the old man had told Saifir. In a way, he's right... thought Saifir. That I could be turned so easily! Thought Saifir suddenly. He drew his sword and inginted it in the same motion.
"Enough, demon! Draw your sword." Saifir spoke with a weakening determination, and Radnor knew it. It was time to finish this.
"Your mother, your father, your sisters...all killed, without even knowing...Trizan himself might have slain them himself! And you let this go unavenged."
" I shall take my revenge on Trizan!" Saifir spoke, with a hate in his voice he did not know that he possesed.
"But you are much too weak. You would be no match for him. But...I can give you power that Trizan could never equal! Think of it! You can have your revenge!" His words had a powerful affect on Saifir. This one is so easily swayed, thought Radnor. I am not even using powrful words and he is as good as converted! Saifir though of his family, bleeding to death slowly and engulfed in flames. It was enough to enrage him enough to ask how he would do this.
"You mearly have to reject honor. Speak the words out loud, and it will be done." Radnor answered quitely. Saifir, almost without thinking of the consequences, spoke quietly, the words that would forever change his life:
"I reject honor and all of it's attributes."
There was a rumbling in Saifir's ears. He didn't know where it came from at first, but he could feel a pain growing in him. It soon grew to a point that he could not stand. He fell to his knees, threw his head back, and let out a scream that filled the night air. The pain was now excruciating, and Radnor watched as a white light began to stream from Saifir's mouth and eyes. He had seen it many times. It was Saifir's honor, leaving his body. Presently, a center of black started in the matching streams of light from Saifir's eyes. His pupils were dialating. Soon , they had expanded past the whites of his eyes, until there was no sign that his eyes had ever been normal. The light stopped suddenly, and Saifir fell forward, regaining his breath. Oh, what have I done? He thought. But this was soon replaced by thoughts of amazement at how powerful his body felt. He had never felt this much power.
"It is done." Spoke Radnor.