Role

Chapter 3

The day Theoduinalastyrial was chosen for this mission was the very day he
came of age, on his first centennial birthday.

Theoduin, as he reluctantly agreed that Therans may call him, was considered
an exceptional young Elf. His father was the High Priest of the Tahl, his word
second only to the divine Lords and Ladies of the Light. No one would be
considered more pure, more selfless or more devoted than he. His mother, one
of the few perimeter guardsmen, took upon the most dangerous and most critical
duties among the Tahl. She protected the Village from any who would stray into
their domain. Among the finest swordsmen of any Elf, none from the village
could claim to have protected more lives or slain more of the Light's foes
than she.

Together, this pairing raised the boy Theoduin to be the best of them both. To
love the light, to love the people under his charge, to love the Gods and to
love his people - all of his people. Theoduin was an admirable pupil. Other
cultures may call the teaching extreme. They may call Theoduin a zealot. But
to the people of the Tahl, he was simply raised to be the best of them. He was
perfect, in their world and in their eyes.

And so on the day he was selected, Theoduin did not complain. He did not scowl
or search for an escape. It was his duty, and duty was an honor. He simply
bowed his head and accepted the charge he was given - to save the people for
whom he was responsible.