Role

Chapter 1

Talindaeth was young, by the telling of his people. Barely
able to leave his mothers gaze. The People, long ago lost,
we but a hollow shell now. Most never lifting their gaze
from the ground. Their wills broken, their spirits lost.
Years in servitude to a High Lord of the Empire, the People
had long forgotten who they were. The young taken from their
parents early, to camps where they were retrained. But his
mother, for some reason hid him. She knew of a system of
caves not far from the village. Hiding her pregnancy, she
raised him in and around those caves.

He was different, he found out, when she finally brought him
back to the village. The same age as many of those young ones
who returned from the camps. Both physically and philosophically,
he knew that he had something they didn't. He hid his mannerisms
well, knowing that discovery would mean punishment for his
mother, and likely death for him.

When he was able, he would escape into the wilds, back to the
caves that served as his nursery. Back to the wild roots of
the People. Once known as the People of the Jaguar....