Fawkes L. H. Fairchild
I do not remember my parents. According to Grandfather, I was three when they died and he adopted me. Though they were sainted right after their deaths, nothing is written of what truly happened. Only the plaques set by their wax statues in the Hall of Saints hint at it. I always suspected Grandfather knew more but he never told me. I am certain he was either sworn to secrecy or he felt he had to protect me. When I was older, this bothered me. Whenever I became persistent, he became too bothered with my questions and gave me a rap or three with his staff. Eventually I gave up asking, not wanting the bother of feeling his staff. I still often wonder about them. Maybe someday I will seek the answers on my own.
Allgods Temple Library
Like that one over there --- >He worked in the library and sometimes in the spooky archives.
Hey, I was very little then. Being underground was very spooky!There were more than books there so Grandfather always had stories to tell. I loved his stories. And, though I did not realize it then, he was teaching me history. When I turned six, Grandfather packed fewer toys to make room for my slate and chalks. This quickly turned to writing words and then sentences. He would still tell me the stories but I had to write them down until my slate was full on both sides. Along with words, he taught me my numbers. Simple maths were fun for me. Grandfather made them games.
When I turned ten, Grandfather was about to send me to the Appelkamp Monastery, where all Acolytes of Boki are trained, but something changed. He was suddenly sent to work in The Grand Archives, a place that would keep him away from the world for great lengths of time. Instead of sending me to the monastery, he packed me up with his other things and took me with him through the portal. His new position seemed little different from his old one as he was assigned to The Vaults, a place beneath the Grand Archives. His work did not change, though there were more visitors. It was an odd place for a young boy. There were no other children and I was expected to behave. Boring. I did manage to sneak off and explore the Vaults, often getting lost until Grandfather, or one of the other clerks found me reading some book or scroll. I blame Grandfather for instilling such a deep love for reading in me.
Not To Appelkamp
These visitors who came down into The Vaults were mostly apprentices of wizards. A rare few were wizards who came themselves. I quickly learned that only noble-borns and the wealthy were taught wizardry. I also learned that such people were arrogantly oblivious to most everything. Things had to be a certain way or it just was not right even if it was the truth. I watched the clerls take advantage of that arrogance. And I learned. Watching the wizards, I came to realize that many were learning magic because they had to. Whether it was to bring prestige to themselves or their families, their goals in learning was to impress. They were not interested in the slow magics, the really powerfull spells that took time, effort, and deep knowledge to cast. It was the rare few who did show interest that Gradnfather and the other clerks took care to watch closely. I, being young and rather bored with such tedium, never thought to ask why they needed watching.
My studies were serious down in The Vaults. I learned that the clerks were actually acolytes of Boki and Grandfather was training me to be one of them. All the acolytes eagerly took part in my training, which could be very annoying. I loved to study but their teachings were strict and exhausting. There were other things I wanted to study but I never had any time. When my frustrations would get the better of me, I would sneak deep into The Vaults, looking for something I wanted to study. Alas, I was always found and hauled back to my desk which seemed to have even more assignments. Ugh!
Complaining to Grandfather earned me a lecture on how I must learn all that the acolytes could teach. Time was short. If I kept on complaining he would rap me with his staff. Its a wonder I am not forever purple!What few moments I had to myself, I wondered why time was so short that I could not study on my own.
When I was twelve, Grandfather rewarded me for all my hard studying. He gave me a pair of stone eggs that were each a foot long. They were a puzzle. When I solved their puzzle, Grandfather would consider me graduated. For the first time, I had free rein to study whatever I wanted within The Vaults, as long as I kept up with the lessons given by him or the acolytes. For two years I scoured the libraries within The Vaults before I discovered what to do and hatched the eggs. At age fourteen, I now had two adorable roly poly Gur puppies who grew .... really grew. They became my very best friends who love me as much as I love them. Together we ran all over The Vaults discovering even more things to study. All grown up now, they are massive dogs each weighing as much as a good sized man. Their names are Peypey and JuJu. They are as alike as twins.
They are still a mystery to me as they died before I got to know them.
Zeu Lake, 148th Raye of Puliro. She sacrificed her body so her soul could save us all ~ plaque on a pedestal near Mother's wax statue
Reino Hall, 157th Scythe of Relnu. He sacrificed his body so his soul could save us all-~ plaque on a pedestal near Father's wax statue
Me All Grown Up
Now I Must Get These Back
Why stuff it in a Vault I need permission to get into?! And he never taught me what it does, just left me notes in his journals. Ugh!
Garzio is SUCH a troublesome tome! Of course he would get himself stolen during the murder.
Remove these ads. Join the Worldbuilders Guild