Here it be, for those who find it:
Bio Galen
A work in progress, no longer in progress.
Here it be, for those who find it:
Bio Galen
A work in progress, no longer in progress.
Galen Damel looked up from the small ant he had been watching for the past few minutes to scan the horizon. He wasn't looking for anything in particular; he just wanted to know if there was anything interesting going on.
His eyes passed over the homes and building that composed his home for his entire life of seven summers. He saw the small fleet of fishing ships leaving the docks of the small, mainly Sylvan village he knew as Riveroak. He moved on to the small healing hut erected and maintained by the village healer; his mother, Celer. She was standing in the doorway, and she smiled when she saw her son. Galen smiled back, and turned his head as he saw a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye.
It was his father, Ainoc, engaging in his favorite pastime(when not out adventuring, that is), racing anyone he set his eyes on. Galen snickered slightly as he saw his fathers opponent; the small Sisqal, his nephew. He would see that Ainoc was letting him win, and he snickered again.
Galen turned his attention back to the insect, only to find it had left. Oh well, he thought to himself. He reviewed his plans for the day, and realized he had a good hour or so before his Healer lessons began. He picked up his pack, and headed into the forest in search of adventure.
Galen climbed up over the hill. Today was his eleventh Lifeday celebration, and his parents had sent him out exploring, as they prepared the feast. He hadn't found anything that interesting in the past few hours, but he was too happy to care. He knew that tonight, after years of learning, he would receive his own healing tool; a moonstone. Using his mother's to practice on the scrapes and bruises of his neighbors was one thing, but to have his own and to be a full healer gave him a feeling that pasted a permanent smile on his face.
While Galen had inherited a love for the healing arts from his mother, he gained a overwhelming curiosity from his father. He had spent many a day in the surrounding forests both alone and with Ainoc learning interesting facts about nature. And while his father often went to various Sylvan ruins in the nearby countryside, tommorow was the first time that Galen would come with him. He laughed brightly as he crested another hill.
Galen smelled the smoky scent as he came up the hill. He tensed suddenly, and looked for the source of it; he had been told horrible stories of forest fires by the Sylvan Elders. Seeing nothing, he hurried his pace back to home, to warn the village.
As the smell became stronger, he also began to see small drifts of smoke coming downwind. Galen broke into a full run, dodging inbetween trees and over tangling vines. He saw the section of the river that came slightly to the east, towards Riveroak, and knew he was very close.
He burst through the tree wall to the south of the village, and saw his home.
On fire.
Galen had spent the past three hours or so leafing through the smouldering rubble for anything or anyone that has survived the inferno. So far, he had found only two things that had survived; a hunting bird and his mother's moonstone. The bird, which he named Castamoren, was perched on a tree when he entered the village, only to find the fire dying out. The stone he found by it's deep, azure glow as it lay in the sunrays that streamed through the burned out roof of his house. Despire the raging fire that consumed the house, the stone was soothing and cool to the touch and completely unmarred.
With the stone in his belt pouch, a walking staff in his hands, and Castamoren perched on his shoulder, Galen sifted through the remaining, unexplored areas. Within another half an hour of yelling, searching, and poking around, he came to the conclusion that nothing else was left.