Role

Chapter 1

First there was the Light. That's all Leata has for a first-ever memory.
No parents, no siblings, no ideas on where she was born and when,
just the all-encompassing Light that seemed both to be her and streaming
outwards, and not exactly outwards, but somewhere, out of reach.
She remembers trying to catch it, to contain it, and a feeling of loss
intermixed with joy that the Light is Her and She is Light still.

A large temple was where she found herself. Not that she knew the word then,
ten years ago by now, but a temple nonetheless, with an empty
apprehensive circle around her, with a crowd of people forming that
circle watching her with some strange intensity and what can best be
described as hope. She could not describe it at the time, of course,
for the sound of words was not known to her, only the Light.
Words still did not mean much, sounding hollow, while only the Light
shone true and was easily relatable and understandable.

Someone came by (a priest, she later learned) and lead her within the temple,
the one in Hamsah Mutazz (as she would know in time) and started to produce
strange sounds with his tongue and mouth in concert. Leata could not
comprehend, and still shaken with the loss of Light, wanted to simply
lie down and sleep, sleep deeply, and still engrossed in the Light completely.
She did not know to call it sleep, of course. Yet Leata managed to perform
that nonetheless. Words do not have as much power as actions and Light.

Later, other feelings strangely emerged. The concept of food and drink
was introduced into her universe. The difference between heat and cold.
The realization that there is Leata, a being of Light and other beings
who do not know and never felt Light. Moreover, those who seek to
extinguish the Light and who seemingly surround the city from north and south.

Later, much later. But then it was just Light and a feeling of a loss.