Role

Chapter 7

Being born under the surface, it is hard to come to grasps with the power of
the Sun, the warmth that reached deep into my being, seeping into me from its
rays. Since my first steps in its glow, I have come to realize true power of
it.

Plants do not thrive where its light does not thrive. The son of an oak, must
be cast far from its progenitors crown, or else it will not thrive. Grow
perhaps it will, but it will not realize its full potential until a means has
happened that has brought its parent to the duff, where then the younger oak
can usurp its place, basking fully in the Sun. These plants, Oak and Corn,
Grass or Dandelion are the basis of our lives. It is in their death, that we
all are able to live. It matters not if it is cattle or deer that sustain our
lives, all of these first, must eat of the Earth and of the Sun.

Yet, life exists in the darkest of caves, but, even there, I feel that there
is a connection to the Sun. The fungus and molds that are the grasses and
fodder of the most basic life of the Underdark, feed upon the roots and
ancient bones of these plants.

It is in this way, that all things spring to life, with bones and flesh made
of earth, and their spirit and animation provided by means of the Light of
the Sun.