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Flit's
Birth
Flit flies in on his carpet and clears
his throat::
The story you are about to hear is a story of my life, and how I came
to be what I am. I'd suggest you dismount from your horse, and make
yourself comfortable, for this is a tale that will not be finished so
quickly. ::Flit waves his hands and begins his tale::
I was born as a sprite. My name Flit. I
suppose I was named after my father, Flish. As I grew, I began to hate
my name, but a couple years later it did not bother me anymore. My
father was big and clumsy (as far as sprites go), where as I am lean
and slender. The only way you could tell that we were related, would be
by looking at our dark black hair. We both had the darkest black hair,
that it was almost as if you were staring into pure
darkness. We both have dark green eyes, and somewhat poined ears. My
mother on the other hand, was nearly the pure opposite of me. She had
blond hair, and blue eyes, and was beautiful as she was charming. Her
sweetness seemed to fill the air whenever you neared her, and when I
was young I liked to curl myself up into a ball and sleep atop her lap.
Those years were the golden years of my life, as I remember the love
that I felt, and the warmth of
the forest. We lived in Ashwood forest, in a small hut that had three
rooms, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a living room. Then as if those years
werent enough, I was blessed by a sister. Eris. She was named after an
aid of my mother's, and I loved her. I was five years old when she was
born, and I was playing with my blocks when she was born. As soon as my
parents allowed me to come and look at my new little sister, I crept
quietly into our bedroom.
My mother was lying atop my parent's bed, and in her arms was a
beautiful baby girl. I smiled and fell in love.
The Day
Years pasts and Eris and I had become
very attached to one another. Then one day, upon reaching my tenth
birthday, my father let me go out and hunt. I got to use his personal
bow, and I shot myself a deer. We all feasted on it that night, but
that was not important. Later, when my five year old sister was asleep,
I was laying quietly in the living room reading a picture book that my
mother had read to me a thousand times. Although I knew it was too
young for me, I enjoyed reading it because I got to see the warm
smile spread across my mother's face when I did. As I was about to turn
the last page, there was a knock on our old wooden door. My father
answered the door and two guards stepped in. "Is your name Flish?" one
of the guards said. He chest puffed out when he spoke, and his bronze
armor gleamed under our candle lit living room. "Yes, may I help you
gentlemen?" my father said.
"Sir, you are under arrest for theft and attempted murder" the soldier
stepped forward and grabbed my father by his shoulders. "Wait, you must
be mistaking, I havn't left these woods in over four years!" my father
declared. By this time I crept behind our giant sofa made of bear fur
and peaked out to watch. "Sir come quietly or we will have to resort in
violence." the other soldier said and grabbed my father's shoulders
too. "This is mad!" my father cried and tried to pry the fingers of the
soldiers off his
shoulders. My mother made her way into the room and asked, "Whats going
on here? Flish? Who are these men?" she stepped forward and stared at
the two soldiers holding down her husband. "Lass, please step back,
your husband is under arrest." one solider said. My mother, being the
patient woman she was said, "Why is my husband under arrest? He has
done nothing wrong." she stated.
Suddenly, my father made a move that would cost him his life. He
quickly twisted his body, making the soldiers lose their grips on his
shoulders, and with a quick movement pulled a dagger from his pouch and
stabbed at one of the soldiers. The soldier, being trained for moments
like these, grabbed my fathers hand and twisted it, and pushed, making
the dagger sink into my father's heart. My father's lifeless body fell
to the floor in a pool of blood.
My mother shrieked and kneeled down by my father's body. Suddenly, with
a quick movement of his hand, the guard hit my mother upside the head,
my mother feel over, the back of her head bleeding. I looked up and saw
that the soldier's gauntlets were spiked. I looked down at my parents,
both of them dead. The two soldiers chuckled at the blood mess of my
two parents. Suddenly, with an urge of hatred I glared at the two
soldiers, knowing that they had killed my parents. Without a warning, I
sprang from my hiding spot
and charged one of the soldiers. I slammed into him with all my power;
but he was too strong, I fell to the ground, feeling as if I had just
ran into a iron wall. I rubbed my swolen head and looked up at the two
soldiers who were laughing like crazy. "Danith, just look at that
little fool! Tried to take me down!" they both began to laugh like
crazy. With tears in my eyes I yelled at them, "You killed them! You
killed my parents!" The soldiers
laughed more. "Your point being?" one asked, then he began to laugh.
The rest of that was a blurry vision for me, they began to torment me
with the deaths of my parents, and laughed untill they cried. "Danith,
put this little fool out of our misery." he began to laugh and Danith
pulled a whip from his pouch. At the very tip of the whip was a steel
tip that could pierce through skin easily. I began to cry out for my
parents, wishing that they would
answer my cries. Danith raised the whip, and before he struck, I
noticed the symbol of the city of Moorgate on his armor. Then, the whip
came down. And everything became very deadly quiet, and black.
Spiritual Sisters
As the first crack of light flooded through the windows in my house, I
opened my eyes. I looked up at the ceiling and stared at it for a few
minutes. Then, feeling enough strength to move my legs, I slowly sat
up. Faster then lightning, I felt a painful throbbing on my temples. I
felt them and looked at my fingers. They were filled with blood.
Quietly, I made myself into the kitchen and washed the wound untill it
bled no more. Then I made myself into the living room and saw my
parent's lifeless bodies. My
memory came back to me, and I finally looked about. Everything looked
like it had been through a tornado, but I knew it was the soldier's
evil blades that had done this damage. Suddenly a jolt of fear ran down
my spine, I ran into the bedroom and over to my sister's bed. I threw
up the covers, and with a sigh of relief, I saw my sister sleeping
quietly. I made myself back into the living room and began to pace back
and forth, back and forth,
thinking of what to do. Soon I could not take the death of my parents
being slaughtered before my eyes anymore, so I packed up some left over
bear meat from last night, a canteen of water, and put them into a
backpack. I crept quietly into the bedroom and picked up my sister who
was still asleep. Thank god the soldiers didn't find her, I told myself
over and over. As I lifted the frail body of my sister, I was glad she
wasn't too heavy for me not to
carry. I carried her to the front door, looked about the room, and
noticed my parents lying lifeless on the floor. "Goodbye, mum, father,
I will never forget you." I opened the door, walked outside, and shut
it behind me.
Outside the first signs of dawn began to shine through the trees, and
my little sister began to stir in my arms. I was confused of where to
go now, we had been walking for hours without a destination, and Eris
kept bugging me why we had left the house. I ruffled her hair, as I
usually did and told her little sprites shouldn't bug big sprites about
stuff that didn't concern them. She smirked at me and began to kick up
dirt, like a stubborn little girl. Finally, as night fell, I found a
big tree with a huge base that
would be a good resting place for us for the night. "I want mommy!"
Eris demanded. I took a blanket and wrapped Eris up in it. "I want
mommy!" Eris repeated. "Eris dear, mommy is not here right now, now,
please, go to sleep, and I'll explain all this in the morning." I told
her. "Flitty, I'm five years old! And I want you to expain it all to me
now!" I chuckled at her words, then remembering what I must tell her, I
sighed. "Very well, I shall
tell ye." I said and snuggled up close to her. "Eris, last night, two
soldiers appeared at our door," I began "They killed mum and dad." I
said, too young to think of what to say to a five year old. Eris looked
at me confused, "Killed?" she asked. I nodded, "Yes, mum and dad our
dead" I shivered. "Dead? Like the bear you brought home for dinn dinn
last night?" I nodded sadly to my little sis. Eris looked up at the
stars and tried to comprehend what
I just told her. Then, unexpectedly she rolled over and fell asleep.
Confused at my sisters behavior, I quietly snuggled up next to her.
Later that night I was awakened by many voices singing. I sat up,
careful not to awaken my sister, and listening. The voices rang out
through the forest, in such a cheerful manner, that I wanted to dance.
But the bubbling hatred that was left from my parent's death kept me
from doing so. Curious, I walked
towards the sound, making sure Eris would be safe. Finally, I came apon
a clearing where many wooden huts stood. There was a fire in the center
of all the wooden huts, and about eight females were dancing around it.
Other women sat behind the dancing women and were hitting drums made of
animal skins, and singing a merry tune. Quietly I crept closer,
watching, when I heard a snap beneath my feet, and a huge net fell down
over my head. "What
duh!" I cried out as the net covered me. Quickly, the women turned
around and ran over to me. "Aw look, alittle boy." one said. "Isn't he
cute!" another said. They were all dressed in animal furs, looking like
poor forest people. But one thing was different, all of them held
staffs that seemed to flicker with magic. One of them stepped forward,
she was dressed the same, but she wore a huge headress. "Sisters, you
know we can not keep him, no male
has been in our colony for over three hundred years." the women sighed
and nodded at the headress woman. "Let me go!" I cried, trying to get
out of the net. "Who are you, and why have you come?" the headress
woman said. "My name is Flit, and I'm in the forest with my sister
Eris, and I heard the music, and I crept closer to see who it was, then
BOOM! a net fell over me, and and" I babbled on, unaware of my
unclearness. "Boy, who is this Eris?" the
headress woman said.
After they released me, I led them to my sister, then they let us into
their village. Eris liked the women, but kept giving me little glances
meaning, Who are these people? Soon though, after we finished their
"ceremony" she didn't glance at me like that anymore. Finally, I told
them my story, and they told me theirs. They were the Spiritual
Sisters, masters of nature magic. They were a race of humanlike females
that lived without males for over three hundred years, for they
believed that men were useless. But
I was a exception. Eris and I stayed their for a week or so, living
under their customs, but I knew I could not stay here. This was not my
destiny. Eris on the otherhand, loved the sisters, and the sisters
loved her. One night, I told Eris she was going to stay here with the
sisters. "Hooray!" she said and gave me a big hug. "But," she said with
a confused face, "What about ye?" I shook my head, no. "Flitty! I want
you here!" she yelled at me.
"Eris, I cannot live here, I am a man, and I fear this is not my
destiny." I didn't tell her, nore the sisters about the dreams I had,
about dark magic and blood. But in a odd way, I enjoyed these dreams,
they made me feel, right. Like, this is what I want. "But me want
Flitty to stay!!!" Eris declared, shaking me from my daydream. "Eris, I
am leaving tonight, this will be a good place for you to live, and I
PROMISE I will come back for you." I
said. Finally, I ruffled Eris's hair, she bid me farewell, and I left.
The Dream
That night, I traveled deeper into the
forest, as if someone was leading me there. I found a tree and I
nestled there for the night. And that night, I had a dream. The dream
showed a temple, deep within a forest, but it wasn't Ashwood, it looked
more like...Darkwell! In the dream was a giant voice speaking to me,
saying, "Come" over and over. Finally, in the morning, I awoke, and
knowing this was some kind of weird prophecy, I made my way to Darkwell
woods. I finally found my way out of Ashwood, and onto the
causeway. I strained to remember the path my father had taken those
four years ago to go to Darkwell. He was going to Darkwell to trade
with a merchant there, and I decided to tag along. With a flap of my
little wings, I lifted from the ground and hovered down the causeway. I
dodged many things there, from goblins to ogres, untill I finally made
it to the entrance of Darkwell
woods. I stopped and looked into the dark forest, a lone bird was
calling inside, unlike the birds in Ashwood, this one was crying out
for help, then suddenly, it was gone. I entered Darkwell, and almost
immediately a strange sense fell over me. I began to walk, releazing I
was not controlling my legs. I went deeper and deeper into Darkwell
untill a came to a wall of vines. I climbed them and jumped over to the
other side. Facing me, was the temple from my dream.
Temple of Blood
I stood there, for about ten minutes,
examining the temple, a dark structure that stood alone in the deepest
uncharted part of Darkwell wood. As I felt my bravery increase, I
stepped up to the massive door of the temple. I turned the handle and
walked in. Inside was a circular room, the only lighting was numerous
torches hanging from the walls. At the very back of the room was a huge
statue. As I stepped closer to it, I noticed it was a life size statue
of Loki. Loki had a evil grin spread across his face,
and his arms were extended, holding a stone bowl in both of his hands.
This was it? I asked myself. Then, I noticed at the base of the statue,
their was a poem inscribed in it.
Loki, powerful and with a black heart
To show his power, give unto him the essence of your body.
I thought about the poem for a while,
then, remembering the dreams I had at the Spiritual Sister's place,
blood came to mind. "Blood? Is that it?" I asked the statue. I examined
the statue further and saw that Loki's nose was more pointed then the
real Loki's. Slowly, carefully, I slid my hand down Loki's nose,
cutting it open, and spewing blood on the nose. I pulled my hand away
and watched as the blood dripped into the bowl that Loki was holding.
Without warning, the statue began to shake. I stepped back and
watched as the statue crumbled into a million pieces. After the smoke
cleared, I looked beyond the debris and to the part that was covered up
by the statue. There was a doorway. Sucking in a deep breath, and
holding my hand to my shirt, I went through the doorway.
Zeanderf
On the other side of the door was a vast
room. I looked about, and again, torches lined the walls. But in the
center was pool. A pool of blood! On all four corners of it, there were
circular stones in small arcanic designs, each set glowed a different
color, either, green, blue, red, or purple. I noticed that the doorway
was atop a stoop type thing, so, I began to walk down the stairs.
Suddenly a voice cried out into the silenced room. "Ah, I have been
waiting for you" the booming voice said. "Who..who..are you?"
I asked, looking for the source of the voice. "Tell me your name first,
lad" the voice said. "I am Flit" I yelled back. "Ah, Flit, welcome to
the Temple of Blood" the voice boomed out proudly. "Tell me, who are
you?" I yelled back. Suddenly a puff of purple smoke appeared below the
stoop. When it cleared, a cloaked man in black stood there. "I am
Zeanderf" the man said and took a step forward. "I have been watching
you Flit, I can feel
your hate." Zeanderf pushed back his hood, revealing a hideous creature
that I could not place. He smiled slyly, "Ah, you are surprized at my
appearance are you?" he grinned at me. I was still confused, "Did you
lead me here?" He nodded. "Yes, from the first moment I saw you, I knew
what you were destined for." he chuckled. "But..I never saw you!" I
cried, ignorant of the power of this man. "Lad, I can go anywhere I
want, whenever I want, I can see
everything." he told me. "But, why did you lead me here? What is my
destiny?" I asked. Zeanderf smiled. "Ye should know lad, I think ye
know why ye came here." he said. "I'm sorry mister, but I don't." I
told him and began to walk back to the doorway. With a quick wave of
his arm, the doorway vanished. "How?" I asked him. Zeanderf smiled
evilly, "Magic" he told me. "Look, I don't want any trouble sir, I just
want to get out of here." I
said unsteadily. Zeanderf laughed, " It seems that you are ignorant of
your destiny.." Zeanderf began to pace. "Ye will take time, but no
matter, I shall do it." Zeanderf grinned at me again. "Come lad, I
shall explain." with a quick movement, I was suddenly transported to
his chambers.
Time
Zeanderf was acually a very powerful
wizard, who was trained in the ways of dark magic. He told me that my
destiny was to become a Dark Archangel. At this, I laughed, but his
sneer kept me quiet. "A Dark Archangel is the exact opposite of a
sprite," he told me, "Your destiny is to change from a sprite, and
become a Dark Archangel, and serve the dark path with dark magic." I
was taught that power was not important to me, he taught me that I was
destined to follow another, and to reek chaos and spread hatred
throughout the land. I asked who the one I was suppose to follow was,
but he simply ignored it. For two years, he taught me of dark magic,
and how to scare your opponet. Then one day, I was suddenly greeted by
helpers of Zeanderf's, and they taught me combat. I fought men that
stumbled into our temple, with my dark magic and a bow that Zeanderf
presented me. As time increased, I thought that everyone would die
someday, so it might as well be by me.
I studied in this untill I was brought into the world of arcana. I was
taught arcanic signs that cast spells powerful enough to destroy whole
kingdoms, but keep the people alive. I asked Zeanderf one day why my
arcanic spells would keep the men alive. He smiled and asked, "How old
are you Flit?" "I'm fifthteen" I told him. Zeanderf smiled evilly, and
added, "Perhaps it is time." I was brought into the room with the blood
pool. Zeanderf and
his men tied chains around my legs and shoved me into the pool of
blood. As I began to sink I screamed and tried to free myself, but
Zeanderf didn't move, he only said, "Breathe blood, like you breathe
air" then I sunk to the bottom of the pool. The pool was about twenty
feet deep, filled with blood from the top to bottom. I screamed and
lost precious air that I had held in.
Then I remembered what Zeanderf told me, so, with fear, I began to
breathe the blood. The blood went into me and amazingly, I could
breathe! Now without the panic, I untied the chains from my legs and
swam to the top, where Zeanderf and his men applauded me. "Well done
Flit, you have taken a giant step towards your destiny." I swam over to
him and asked, "Why?" he smiled evilly and said, "Do you feel any
different? Did you taste anything in the blood?" almost like I wasn't
moving my lips I said, "Yes, acually I
did, I..tasted power..and..honor." Zeanderf smiled. "Flit, blood is a
way of tasting another's feelings, but only few can do it, the only
true ones that follow the dark path." "But, if I tasted this, where did
the blood come from?" I asked him. "Why, adventurers from Moorgate of
course" Zeanderf said without hesitation.
Farewell
Throughout the next years untill I was
seventeen, I was taught the ways of blood use, and pure darkness. I
became a evil creature of night and feasted on blood, and laughed at
death. Then, one day, Zeanderf came into my chamber with a twisted
wooden staff. "Flit, I must speak with ye." he told me. I looked up at
my master and asked, "Yes?" "Flit, the time has come for the final part
of your journey." I listened to master. "Flit, this staff is a staff
that has a spell that will put you to sleep for exactly one
year, untill you are eighteen years old. During this time, in your
sleep, your memory of this all will be erased." I stared at him with
confusion in my eyes. He continued, "When one year passes, you will
awaken in the city of Moorgate, where you will begin your life. When
you are there, you must seek out one named, Morlend." I raised an
eyebrow, "Morlend is hero is he not?" I asked. Zeanderf nodded, "After
you join him, you will not entirely
remember all of this. The only way you will remember your past will be
when your heart has been broken." he said. I was still confused, "But
why must I forget all I have been taught? And for a whole year??" I
asked him. "Because you were too young to learn all of this, if you go
out now, you might use your powers immaturaly. Once your heart has been
broken, your memory will slowly come back to you, and you will help
Morlend further in his
studies." he told me. "He's the man I'm suppose to follow is he not?" I
asked Zeanderf. He nodded at me, "Yes, now, I must put the spell over
you." I nodded and stood up. "Farewell Flit, may hatred and choas
follow your path." He said to me. I bowed to my master, as he waved the
staff in his hand. He gestured toward me and suddenly, the world became
very dizzy, untill I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, and the
dark world I knew as my home,
became darker.
Moorgate
I opened my eyes and peered about. I was
standing in the newbie section of Moorgate. How did I get here I asked
myself? But my mind was a complete black. So, with uncertanity I began
my life in Moorgate. Days passed and passed, and I made many friends,
Snookums, Yanqui, Vlane, Jihad, Flynn, Leoric, Trollhater, and of
course, Lerrim. I met Lerrim and soon we fell in love, and soon, I
proposed. I was a immature sprite, with a beautiful wife, whom would
have more to do with my destiny then I would ever dream of. A few
weeks before I proposed to Lerrim, I was skiping through town, untill I
made my way to recall. There in recall was a giant dragon! All my
friends were attacking it, so I attacked it too, shooting my bow at it
over and over, but men and women kept falling dead from it's mighty
blows all around me. Then, as quickly as it came, it vanished, and
there stood Morlend. Morlend laughed evilly, "Ah, it seems my dragon
worked, quite well." he said.
The people of Moorgate were screaming and cursing at Morlend, but I
stood there, staring at his face, and remembering someone telling me
along time ago that this was the man I was suppose to follow. So, in
the next few days I asked Morlend if I could become his Apprentice. I
dare not share the secrets of what happened to me during this, but my
mind started to clear up. As I came in touch with my evil self from
Morlend, my head began to clear,
and I could remember things that were very faint, about my past. One
day, I was strolling through town, when I came apon a very attractive
sprite, who reminded me of my long dead mother somehow. She was a
active little thing, fluttering about and being rather, spritely. I
stopped her and asked her, "What is your name lass?" she looked a bit
confused, then with a cute little spritely voice said, "Hi there! My
names Eris!" The blood drained from
my face. "Ye know, ye look familiar.." she began to study my face. I
was still stunned. Suddenly, her face became very serious, "Flit?" she
asked me. I gulped, and nodded. We stared at one another for, what it
seems like, years. Finally, she broke the silence and gave me a hug.
"Oh Flit, I've missed you!" I ruffled her hair as I usually did and
said. "Aye! Me too sis!" she laughed and smirked like she usually did
at me. Later I introduced her
to Lerrim, whom I could see she was very fond of. Eris told me that she
had finally left the Spiritual Sisters, and made her way to Moorgate,
to start a life of her own. She told me that she was going to marry one
named Goldenblood, but he had to go away for family matters, and would
not return. I told her my story (as far as I could remember) and she
shivered as I spoke of Morlend. "Sis, why don't you become a Blood
Mage? I'm sure I could
convince Morlend to let you in somehow?" Eris smiled, but said, "No,"
she put her hand over her pounded heart and said, "For what lies here
can never be turned, not even by my own brother." I nodded to her, for
I had been through this before with Lerrim.
Lerrim
Lerrim.Lerrim.Lerrim. Her name breaks my
heart. For one fateful day, memories began to come back to me, the evil
ones. And I suspose it was too much for the poor girl, so she left me.
I grieved for weeks, untill my heart was truly broken. As I got over
it, my past came rushing back to me, and thus, letting me write this
tale. Now that I remember this all, my arcana, blood feasting, and dark
magic is flooding my head, so fast that it is, almost scary. I am now
23, and I have learned many things in my travels. I now
know my sister is still alive, and safe, but she was more spiritual.
That one night when I saw her fall asleep to the words of the death of
her parents, led me to relieze it was the start of something big. My
past has returned, and I now can fullfill my destiny to the end. I am
following Morlend, not as a puppet, but as a student, wanting to learn,
and to aid him in his needs.
I have lost much, but in a way, I have gained much. I will never forget
Zeanderf, for he was like a second father to me. I later learned that
Eris had returned to our hut out in Ashwood and found it was gone, not
a trace of fire nore invaders. I will wrap up my tale with that of I
have finally recieved one major part of my destiny. I have become a
Dark Archangel.
With that, Flit flies off on his carpet, hoping that you will now
understand Flit's meaning of life on this world::
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