Role

Chapter 6

It took Lanathalis several weeks to build up the courage to even look at the
tome which somehow came into his possession. Pressed into the cover was his
family's house crest, so there was no denying that it came from his parents.
Yet how did he come to possess it? As if in a daze, he had wandered further
and further away from his family's land in an Western direction till he had
came to a river. Washing himself in it of the road crime and soot, it felt
refreshing for once. As if he was waking from all the years of his
nightmares.

Taking a deep breath, Lanathalis opened the tome and began to read what was
written within. It was a journal of such, detailing the interactions of his
parents and a group which they had come in contact with. They proclaimed to
be of scholarly purpose only, wanting to learn the secretes of nature and the
connections his parents had. For they believed magic and nature were
connected and by working together they could unlock the power of the gods.
Reading these words, Lanathalis grew cold with dread. Before him was his
parents words written before him, betraying the very thing his family had
been dedicated to protecting for generations. Magic and nature working
together? How could this be so?

Yet as he read on, there were entries about how magic has always sought to
mimic nature in every form. That the natural powers of the gods is what the
true goal of magic was, and one only had to look at the basics of magic for
such. Invokers? The control and manipulate that of the elements of this
world. Transmutation? To mimic and mutate the bodies born of the gods wish.
To either take form as an animal as a mockery or to change the very nature of
ones body. Necromancy? Trying to unlock the very essence of life, for gods
sake!

How could his parents be ok with such? He knew they loved knowledge, but
could they have truly been so greedy for such? Flipping ahead he soon found
further research and pages earmarked with his name..and his four siblings?
Four? That's righthe DID have four siblings? How had he forgotten
something such as this?? How had parts of his life get ripped away from him?
Growing cold, he rapidly flipped through the journal reading what he could.
No, this could not be. Test subjects to see how well a race born of nature
could attempt to control magic? And his parents willing using their own
children? But why? Out of disgust and rage, Lanathalis threw the book into
the river as it was soon swept away down stream. As it floated, it appeared
that even the water did not wish to touch it as it floated while most others
would have sinked to the bottom. He did not know how long he had sat there
staring at the river, but it was dusk when he had heard the song. The song
from his dreams drifting upon the winds upstream from the river.