I don't know who my parents were. The people who raised me never said anything other than my mother was a beautiful elf, and my father a human of the desert dwellers. I don't even know my real name. The priests said they changed it when I was left, but wouldn't tell me what it really was. I don't know how I came to be left in the temple, or why my mother gave me up. I don't think I could leave a child of mine to be raised by someone else...but that's another story. I'm a mage...and a thief, more the latter than the former, and I hope that somewhere my momma and papa are proud of me.
Until I was 17, I lived in the temple. The people were kind, and I had no problems. When I was 10, I was apprenticed to a mage so I would learn to control my own abilities. I soon found out that Cartem was also a thief. At first I said I was going to turn him in, but he sat me down and talked to me. He wasn't stealing for personal gain...only to help those who needed help....and to take things from people who didn't need them. I didn't see anything wrong with what he was doing, and soon he was teaching me both magery and thievery. And life went on for a number of years. Then the worst thing that could ever happen did.
My mentor got captured, and the priests refused to help, when he had done nothing wrong, as far as I could tell. They explained that they wouldn't help and so that night I left. Since then, I have been travelling the countryside, stealing as I go. You mustn't think I'm a bad person. I follow Cartem's rules, and only steal from those who need to be stolen from. I don't steal from my comrades or the poor, desperate people who live in the slums that everyone tries to ignore. I don't see how they can be so ignored, but somehow the rich only see what they wish to see. So I steal from the rich to help those starving in the streets. It's not a bad life. I rather like it. And I hire myself out to do whatever needs doing. Lately, it's been boating...mostly along the coastline.
Over the last few months I've been hearing some rather disturbing rumors. Rumors that say the sun had been blotted out. I personally don't see how. The sun's kinda big, and how can they blot it out up there and not down here. So I went on with my life, trying to help whoever needed helping, between real jobs, so I could keep myself fed.
Then Hajor came back from a trip up north and he said the rumors were true. First time I'd ever hears something like that. He said that once you got north of the island, the sun just disappeared! I t was really weird watching Hajor talk to all the people. It wasn't something you could believe, but who would make up a story like that. I decided to hire onto the next boat going north.
It seemed that most of the old "sea dogs" wanted to have nothing to do with a place that had no sun, so there were only two boats that were willing to go up north. One was Hajor's board, but they had just come in and weren't planning on going back for a month or more. A young man, one who had just earned his boat, ran the other one, and this would be his first trip across the ocean as captain. I was a little bit wary of a boat with an inexperienced caption, but I decided to risk it. I had never been on the open ocean myself, but we'll just ignore that for the moment... The trip up was pretty uneventful, except for this one killer storm that hit. One boat weathered things pretty well, a few leaks, but nothing serious. We kept coming across wreckage with no survivors.
And then one day, the sun just went away. I was pretty surprised. I mean, I knew it was going to happen, but when it did, I realized how much I depended on the sun being there. That the sun would rise, and would shine, even if it was cloudy. And suddenly, I wanted to help the people get back something they should have taken for granted...something that belonged to them and that shouldn't be taken away. I was going to help get the sun back.
Well, it was a great idea and all, but when we were about a day from the coast, out came the sun! I was so happy to see it again. So was everyone else on the boat. I thought that my help had come a bit late, but it was the thought that count, right? Then the captain began shouting at us all to get a move on. It seemed that I wasn't the only one who had stopped to bask in the warmth. We all got back to work. About a half hour later, I noticed that it seemed a little bit dimmer. I looked up at the sun to see a black thing creeping across the face. That made me really mad. What right do they have to take something away, and then give them a glimpse of what they had lost.
The next day we made port. I found the first person who looked like they knew what they were doing, and asked who to talk to about the sun...
Jenna Dirosh
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