Memories of Home

[Malvita Rynal]

Malvita kneels on the riverbank, bends down and washes his hands and face. His mind is jumbled with memories, both of long ago, and of recent. One memory stands out far brighter than the others, the memory if Hirathe, the Priest. Malvita sits back on the shore and thinks to himself about the old man... and how proud he would be that Malvita had come this far. Soon, he begins to linger on the most important conversation Malvita and the priest ever had. He relives it in his mind, as if it were only yesterday.

Malvita, you have shown true promise in all of the areas I have tested you. I see great potential in you my boy, and She does also. I have heard Her speak to me, through vision, of what she has planned for you.

But I'm only a boy, how can I have such potential? Should it not be one of my brothers, or the captain of the guards that She gives her power?

You are still too young to truely understand young Prince, but soon you will. She does not choose Her followers by the fame or glory their name commands, no. She chooses Her followers by the power that sleeps within them, and by the talents they show. You for instance, you are as strong a medium as any I have ever seen. You could feel the presence of magic, and even feel what is in the spirits of men, even before you could properly talk. You must become a master of this art, you must be able to focus this sight of yours to the point of knowing the thoughts of men by only being around them.

Can that be done Hirathe? I don't see how I could... feel someone's thoughts.

Have faith in Her my boy, she can do all things. She has her plans for you, and this gift will come in handy somewhere.

Talks like this had been commonplace around the castle. Malvita's father was a busy man, and his mother only slightly loving, so all his parenting came from the Priest. He became a devout follower of Hirathe's Goddess, and did all he was told. When the Priest became ill, Malvita began to grow cold.. he grew farther from reality, finding solice in the religion he had been fed since he was a child.

Sitting on the bank, Malvita shakes his head slightly thinking to himself.

Who am I to command the powers of Her? I know feel her plan, and know Hirathe said I am to be one of her minions... but... why me? I am not even a priest! I have not yet been called to the Service.. I'm only.. a follower.

Malvita sits in thought, fighting his inner battle, behind him he hears the screams as an ork badgers a halfling. He is brought back from his deep thought and mumbles to himself as he stands.

Filth...

Malvita brushes the grass from his cape and makes his way out away from all the noise, his mind fresh and his goal burning anew. He grips his staff and desides to train, soon he will need all the experience he can get.