The Lost Child of War.
May 20, 2009 19:19:54 GMT -6
Post by Lumino on May 20, 2009 19:19:54 GMT -6
War spawns many forgotten soldiers and casualties in it's wake, what is one more but a statistic?
A lone, shattered boy seeking only to atone for sins committed in the past. He fled from Erturia before anyone could find him, and has been wandering Elibe without purpose ever since. He attempts to do some good in the world with a staff of healing and such items as he awaits the death he knows awaits him. Of all the places he has visited, he never saw his allies again, and he was thankful for it. Perhaps it better they thought him dead.
The boy known as Lumino vanished from history that day at Erturia, never to be seen again.
Years later though, he was in Erturia when 'The Prophet' was giving a very rare speech. It was odd to see him give such a public announcement, so a big deal had been made of it.
It was then that his eyes froze. It was only for a moment, only a brief hint of it for a split second, but he could swear he knew him. He would swear that he had met him before, and something about him raised the bile in his gut.
He hated this man, he had never met.
He disguised his dislike and vanished into the crowd, leaving Erturia to find out all he could about this man known as the "High Inquisitor". Who had taken control when the fake St. Elimine had fallen...
A lone, shattered boy seeking only to atone for sins committed in the past. He fled from Erturia before anyone could find him, and has been wandering Elibe without purpose ever since. He attempts to do some good in the world with a staff of healing and such items as he awaits the death he knows awaits him. Of all the places he has visited, he never saw his allies again, and he was thankful for it. Perhaps it better they thought him dead.
The boy known as Lumino vanished from history that day at Erturia, never to be seen again.
Years later though, he was in Erturia when 'The Prophet' was giving a very rare speech. It was odd to see him give such a public announcement, so a big deal had been made of it.
It was then that his eyes froze. It was only for a moment, only a brief hint of it for a split second, but he could swear he knew him. He would swear that he had met him before, and something about him raised the bile in his gut.
He hated this man, he had never met.
He disguised his dislike and vanished into the crowd, leaving Erturia to find out all he could about this man known as the "High Inquisitor". Who had taken control when the fake St. Elimine had fallen...