Role

Chapter 6

Once said to be the future hope of the village and heir to the Brightscale
line, Aubrasz had been given the nickname of Blightscale for his coloration.
He was an odd Saurian for there had always seemed to be something "off" about
him and how he interacted with those of the village. In the early years, the
villagers just tired to ignore these things thinking it was a youths
imagination due to his isolation. However it did not help his case as he
always spoke of seeing 'beings' and hearing voices which no one else could
The villagers would mock him and his mother still protective of him would
only isolate him more and more from the public. This only made Aubrasz more
recluse and he started to question himself about his own sanity as he grew.
Yet he heard what they said about him, though it did not bother him. The
voices had always told him that the world would be jealous of his gifts,
though what gifts he did not know.

In isolation, Aubrasz started to become more and more obsessed with death as
it was the only thing which he could relate to. Weh had always been taboo
among the village and many turned a blind eye to it, much like they did to
Aubrasz. This only enticed young Aubrasz more and more, pushing him to
embrace that which others feared. Seeking the Weh in all things, he could
feel the essence and power drain from the creatures and into his own soul.

Yet the whispers comforted him and sought to praise him for his actions.
Guiding and pushing him further and harder towards that of the Weh. It was
only a matter of time that the true goal and sacrifice would be born into the
mind of Aubrasz, and he would truly be born into this world of death and
magic.