Role

Chapter 2

As Xisaer grew into his teenage years, he began to see that the darkness and
vile behavior around him grew off of one constant - lies. Without the lies,
they would not be able to manipulate and destroy each other while still
pretending to be friends and allies. He had long become convinced that
there could be nothing gained here, that everything they built at one moment
was crumbled through betrayal the next. The day when he would have to take
the bloodoath quickly approached. He had often tried to leave, but it is
easier to stay in the familiar than brave the new. This was no longer much
of an option, as he was now being followed. His mother would not risk losing
her son, even if he lacked the ruthlessness she embodied.

It was on a normal day while he watched his mother's rival in the black sect
that he found his opportunity. A large contingent of members of the 'vile'
Fortress had came to reclaim their orb. He watched in awe as they fought as
one unit, pushing together to reclaim their orb. In particular, one holy man
stood and waited until they had all been sent home before disappearing in a
white light. He saw everything he had been achingly missing without ever
knowing. He immediately walked away quietly in the shadows, never looking
back over his shoulder.

He found himself in the holy Voralian City. Seeing the right reasons to
fight, he finally had motivation to learn and be more than a seeing shadow.
He began studying underneath a master martial artist, and was soon earning
more than the free bread that was passed about to the needy.