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Chapter 3

The God, Jautiir
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On one particular day, Sir Jonn's company headed out to what should have been
a simple mission. Facing what was thought to be a small party of scouts, Sir
Jonn's forces were devastated by a well-coordinated ambush. Dutifully nearby,
Gadorin watched as Sir Jonn fought three well-armed foes. A superior
swordsman, Sir Jonn took down two before being hamstrung by the third. It was
too much, even for him. Retreating a few steps before falling to the ground,
Sir Jonn lay prone and helpless at Gadorin's feet. Sensing the victory at
hand, the villain leaped to make a killing stroke, ignoring the child Gadorin
that watched on. He landed with the blade of a spear piercing his abdomen,
raised at the last moment by the boy. Gadorin stood there frozen, a longspear
double his own height in his hands, an impaled enemy dying on the other end.

Sir Jonn lived that day, through Gadorin's actions. Yet Gadorin never
remembered making the choice to grab that weapon. Never remembered anchoring
it on his foot as he lifted the blade into the air. All he remembered was
looking down, knowing Sir Jonn was safe and his duty was done. For the day, at
least.

The next day, a small feast was held in celebration of the victory and Sir
Jonn's miraculous survival. Food was plentiful and ale flowed freely. Gadorin,
not even of his teen years, was regarded as a hero for saving Sir Jonn's life.

It was at that meal that Gadorin first heard the name Jautiir spoken aloud. It
was Jautiir, the God of Protection and Salvation, that Sir Jonn had prayed to
before every battle. And it was Jautiir that the men told stories of today. It
was said that Jautiir chose a righteous man to serve as his hand and that
Jautiir used that hand to protect the innocent and pure. The men had long
believed Sir Jonn served as the Hand of Jautiir. But now whispers spread that
perhaps something had changed.

It was a strange story for young Gadorin to hear. He had seen much for such a
young child, but had never heard of such a god. At first he thought it a
superstition, but the stories never ceased. Nor did the battles.