Gee, thank the maker your here! I don't think that I could've withstood the suspense anymore!
The effects are astounding. Seemingly from nowhere, bands of white light stream from the roof, and then through the body of the rat, elevating it off the floor, and then passing through the floor again. The entire process lasts only a few moments, but after the light had dissipated, and WhiteShadow's eyes had re-adjusted to the darkness, he found the rat on the floor, stunned. But it's formerly dark, lice ridden fur had turned a pure white, the poison saliva that dripped from it's rotten teeth had disappeared, and that it's formerly glazed, bloodshot eyes had become clear. WhiteShadow watches the rat as it recovers it senses, expecting it to scurry away from the big Motavian, as it and its brethren usually would, but the rat instead comes up to the crouching WhiteShadow, sniffing him affectionately... WhiteShadow gives a short cry of joy, seeing that the rat has been completely cleansed of fear, disease and malice. Imagining what this technique can do for him, WhiteShadow spends the rest of the night learning and re-learning the movements and chants, so wrapped up in his pride that he fails to notice the sun coming up, and the teacher entering the room from behind him... "What in the name of Algo...?" Exclaims Radlin, reaching for the serrated sword at his side. WhiteShadow, awoken from his reverie, leaps to his feet with fright, whipping out his scimitars faster then Radlin's eye can follow. Stunned, Radlin stops moving, watching this spectacular creature move... He'd seen Motavians before, of course, but never one that was so pure... So white... And so damn fast! All Radlin could detect of the creature's frenzied movements was a white blur as it danced around in a panic. Raising his hands, Radlin advances on the creature, saying; "Hey, calm down... I come in peace..." The creature stops moving immediately, as a muddled look comes over his furry face. "Peace? The term reached by two warring parties once one is defeated? I've been defeated?" Radlin gasps in surprise as he realises that the Motavian has just quoted one of Radlin's very own lessons. Running his hands through his red hair, Radlin lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank the maker, I thought that you were going to kill me, you little speed demon you." Radlin backs up with a gasp as WhiteShadow is at his throat, holding the point of one of his scimitars to the base of Radlin's beard. "I just might, Palman - I do not accept defeat as easily as you have just accepted victory..." Radlin gulps, fearing for his life, knowing that he can't dodge from this slightly off-base creature, it's speed is too great. Instead, he tries to fully explain the situation; 'That's not what I meant, kid - two parties can be at peace before the war even begins... I guess you missed that lesson." Looking around at the many scattered books, knowing that it's his own handiwork, Radlin also remarks; "It also seems that you've taken your education into your hands... Who are you, anyway? I've never seen an albino Motavian before..." WhiteShadow drops the sword point somewhat reluctantly. "Motavian? Albino? What are you talking about, Mr. Javik?" Radlin almost laughs out loud as this dangerous beast addresses him with the same respectful tone that his students do. "You're a Motavian, kid, just like I'm a Palman. There are millions of others of the same race as you out there. And albino, well... You see, Motavians are usually blue; you're white. An oddity, I must say, and your great speed..." WhiteShadow steps back, allowing Radlin to relax. WhiteShadow face seems to read that he has made a decision. "You have discovered my presence, and I have learned all that I can here, goodbye..." At that, WhiteShadow leaps out of the nearest window, leaving simply a blur behind. Radlin rushes to the window, and cries out; "Wait! I don't even know your name! You move so damn fast that all I can see is a white shadow..." But the Motavian is gone, into the mists of the world once more...
	The branches and leaves tear at the startled Motavian's fur as he bolts through the woods again, his thoughts dwelling on what the Palman said... What did he call me? White-Shadow? He must know my name or something...  But he's a Palman and all Palmans want is to hurt me... But he said he wanted peace... But... ARRGH! The Motavian, lost in thought, is blind-sided by a passing traveller, simply trying to get out of the woods. Unwittingly WhiteShadow knocks her flat to the gound, stumbling and falling himself... Shaking his head, he looks across at the woman he had collided with, a Palman, and is stunned. The light, filtering through the canopy, plays upon her light blue hair as she groans in pain. WhiteShadow, overcome by her beauty, struggles to find his voice for the first time... "S-s-s-sorry" The woman opens her eyes and sets one of her green orbs squarely on the strange sight before her. The albino motavian is flat on his backside, dust sullying his usually pure white fur and black cloak, and twigs stick out from various places due to his flight... Although he is a strange sight he is in such a pathetic state he is obviously not a threatening one. Risng unsteadily to her feet, she offers him a hand up. Although WhiteShadow is big by even Motavian standards by now, she aids him to his feet, saying; "It's not your fault... Look, do you know the way out of these accursed woods?" WhiteShadow nods his thanks before looking back the way he came. A path of destruction marks his way. "ummm, just follow that trail there and you'll hit a Palman village in no time..." Still astounded at his sudden social abilities, WhiteShadow almost doesn't notice the woman's departure. Shaking his head, he heads off into the forest once more, amazed at this attractive, nice Palman amongst all the other fearful, superstitious ones... Back at Radlin's school, word of the teacher's encounter with a strange beast soon spread, as did the exaggerations. By the end of the day Radlin had encountered a wild, feral Motavian that moved so fast that only a blur of white was left behind, soon earning itself the name "WhiteShadow". Apparently it attacked Radlin, and he fended it off by performing his first Purification attack... By the time Radlin learnt of these lies it was already far beyond his control... Years passed, as they always do, with WhiteShadow staying away from both Palman and Motavian settlements for a time, except to occasionally forage for food or clothing, and those that saw him spread the word, and his legend began to spread further and further, until one snowy night, in the town of Paseo, a big Motavian dressed all in black stumbled in out of the snow...
			Ummm.... Onward! Orrrrr... Back!