Role

Chapter 4

Amatrysti lived. His other comrades had spotted him below.
The priest came and worked his prayers until the young elf could
rise. He was assured that his mother was safe and his friend
would be a long time in recovery, but would survive. He then
looked down upon his hands to find his fingers bent at awkward
angles, two of which were black on his right hand. He felt a dull,
incessant ache in his right leg.

Years passed and he could never get full use out of his hands.
Gripping a weapon was torture, though it could be done with great
effort. His right leg kept him from pivoting well in sparring matches
and he often tumbled to the ground in shame.

One day, the friend that had come to his aid that fateful night came
to visit. He also could not pick up the fight, for his night's were filled
with headaches and nightmares, his waking hours were dizzy and
fraught with confusion. His friend spoke of regret and not being able
to do more that night. More to change the events that led to both of
them losing a bit of themselves.

Amatrysti stopped him with a fiery glance, his eyes burning into
the eyes of his friend. "Though I cannot strike at my enemies with
a sword, I must keep in mind that I still have the greatest weapon
of all. That is my faith. The Light will guide me and I will guide
others in this war and outside of it. I will not let these hands
cause me to forget the purity of our cause. I will not let these
hands keep me from joining in that fight.

I will be there, side by side, with my brothers and sisters as they
walk into battle. I will be there to guide them through when the
darkness strikes in other ways. I will be there to keep their focus
as I have kept mine even through these trials. As long as I can
call upon my faith, I can see to it that my enemies fall and my
comrades stand strong and blessed in the Light."

His brother in the Light, crying, smiled at him. Hope shone in
that smile. "Blessed are you, my kin. Indeed, blessed are we
to have you on our side!"


They laughed together and embraced, brothers in faith as
they had been brothers in arms. The next day, Amatrysti left
to join the fight, the Jaguar's regard must be won.