Not a day had gone by during her childhood years when she had not been told the tales of the Dark Ones, which were meant to frighten her into absolute vigilance; to always be wary of the darkness where the Dark Ones could lie in wait. She learned how they came in the hours of the night to steal away the innocent or to ruin the pure. Takers of the Innocent, Child Wraiths, Corruptors of the Beloved, The Reviled; the Dark Ones had many names and she knew them all. For she was different, set apart from other Fey by her innate abilities, given, it was said, by the Wisest of the Wise. She would be a light for her people, a Guardian of Cherubs. Her course was set from her earliest years.
It had not taken long for her parents and attendants to determine that she had remarkable talents, unlike those of other Fey children. She could distinguish truth from lies as a falcon sees its prey in the long grasses. She could look into the eyes and see the soul, discerning beyond all the complications of guise. And empathy ran so deep within her that she could, under circumstances of extreme duress, take on the pain of another and ease their suffering. This gift first drew attention to her, this gift first set her apart, then it isolated her from the others.
Even from her nursery years, the tears or hurts of any of her playmates would draw her to them like a moth to flame. She would sit quietly by and their crying would subside or she would hold their hand and their hurts would diminish. These first indications of her extraordinary capabilities brought her under the scrutiny of many, but ultimately led her toward the Temples……
She learned how to battle evil with the words of the ancients using intonations in her own language as well as in Dlalth, the language of The Reviled. She practiced her growing skills in daily sessions that would leave her both mentally and physically exhausted, but her ability with incantations could not be left to chance; they were a matter of life or death. She honed her talents of healing through empathy by visiting the sick and the aged and discovered that the use of this gift would drain her own energy by an equal proportion to that which she intended to ease or cure. As a result, she also learned how to protect herself from her own empathic inclinations, how to use this particular gift with deliberate caution and she delved into the forbidden world of Seeing…..
As a youth, images of Dark Fey, those who were eternally lost by the consequences of their own foul deeds, haunted her dreams. She slept little during these frightening times and read often. She read the ancient texts about the Fallen who could not love, could not create joy or light or bring peace and harmony, could not admire beauty or talent without avarice, could not feel compassion for another and could not bring life into the world in the form of innocence. In order to reproduce themselves in any fashion, they came in the shadows to secret-away unattended children to their dark realm and those children, once taken, were condemned and lost as surely as their abductors.
The Dark Ones lived in the realm of eternal darkness, DarIsyndra, and could only enter into the realm of light, into Jyndari, through portals in the unlighted shadows of nightfall. They had many portals of entrance. Any deep shadow could conceal a Dark One and the Fey were vigilant in setting lamps, torches and candles so no corner stood in obscurity. Mirrors in darkness, unlighted wells, the dying embers of a fire that stood unguarded or the very rare faerie ring that no longer flowered gave The Fallen a place to cross. They came in darkness, they brought darkness with them, and they were the epitome of everything that was not light, bright, and beautiful……
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