Role

Chapter 2

Yentral refused to fight back only blocking his blows with his calloused
hands that were meant for art. Telling him he was a good person and things
could not be that awful look at the beauty around him and to remember the
past, but it was to no avail and Yentral drew close to death. As he slipped
unconscious a bright flash of Light flared from within him as Archon wings
burst from his back made from pure light. Yentrals skin began to glow as
silver eyes flashed open and he pummeled the drunken man to the ground, only
coming to his senses from the surge of righteous rage as the poor man was
cowering, broken and bloody.


A look of pure horror crossing his face but his instincts warred with what he
remembered because the man glowed a sickly pallor of red. Yentral laying his
hands upon the mans face saw his wounds begin to knit and a feeling from
within told him he would survive, but what had happened to the hopeful
sculptor. He traveled aimlessly ending up in the port town of Hamsah Mu'tazz
trying to see the sights and discover what had taken over him.