Revelation
I: Small Beginnings
In the early ages on the planet Verona, life was simple and pleasant for all of its inhabitants. One day the rulers of their world sent out messengers to everyone announcing that they, alone, could not be guardians of Verona everywhere at once. They planned to grant some Veronians powers to help keep watch over the surface world and keep people in line. These new Veronians were called elementalists, since they were not purely of the original lineage of their power. Years passed and the planet had grown with the help of the elementalists. This went on for several decades until a new elementalist came into existence. His name was Zetanus Böromer. His power is still unknown to the wisest sage of the era. During his time studying at a monastery he was seen going into the forest and never being seen for weeks at a time. Then finally, he just vanished without a word to anyone. Long ago before the time of the elementalists a scourge known as the Sil'lis roamed the land, but were finally imprisoned by the Legends who granted the powers to the Veronians. When Zetanus disappeared sightings of Sil'lis began to appear again every so often. Then one day an elementalist posted at the Sil'lis' tomb showed up to the High Court of Verona. He showed up with fatal wounds, but kept himself alive with an important message that would change the fate of all elementalists of the era. Zetanus Böromer had been looking into the ultimate power and in doing so released the Sil'lis from their slumber to bring a new age of darkness upon Verona. Zetanus wiped out all of the lines of each elementalist and imprisoned the Legends in their realm with the same magic, as the Sil'lis were imprisoned with. Thus ended the age of the elementalists and from there no elementalist was found since. This is where the story of our friendly-little mongoose Stormsurge comes into this line of the story.
Father Hubert was walking down the main of the Trinity Monastery of Oaktree Grove getting ready to retire to his quarters with a nice bowl of stew. "Ah what a nice night this is—a slight chill in the air, with the hint of a nice rain on the moors. A great night for a nice bowl of hot stew." He stated as he continued to walk across the red wool carpet. His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sound of the monastery's front bell. Father Hubert's ears moved towards the sound with curiosity. He scratched behind his right ear pondering to himself, "Who would be outside at this hour?" Hubert walked quickly to hickory doors of the monastery and opened them to the brisk wind of a fall evening. "Excuse me, sir," said a small voice, "Would you mind if I could come inside? It's awfully cold out here with the mist." Below him was a small, gray mongoose in a blue tunic and hat. "Of course you can lad. Come right in and get ye self warmed up a bit." Hubert responded. The mongoose walked in and welcomed the warmth of the monastery. "Thank you very much Mr. Squirrel." Father Hubert chuckled. "There's no need to be so formal lad. Ye can call me Hubert. I'm not used to bein' called sir or mister. I'm just a humble priest of this here monastery." The mongoose shook his head and blew a droplet of gathered water off his nose. "Okay Hubert." He said. Hubert shut the doors locking the harsh biting wind outside and the caressing warmth inside. Father Hubert placed a hand on the mongoose's shoulder and told him, "Come with me lad. I have a bowl of water and stew in my quarters. I think you could use some, along with a nice bed at that as well. I'm sure you're tired from where ever you came from." The two walked out of the main hall and down a couple of the smaller, more rustic hallways with a couple paintings mounted on the walls. Father Hubert told the young mongoose about each one that caught his eye as they came closer to his den. Once inside Hubert showed the mongoose a chair to sit and wait in while he got both of them some stew from his kettle mounted in his fireplace. The squirrel handed the warm, earthen bowl to the mongoose and sat down in his own chair. "Do ye mind if I ask ye a couple of questions lad?" He said. The mongoose looked up from his bowl and shook his head waiting for the questions. Hubert sipped his stew and smacked his lips before proceeding with his questions. "My first question is what your name is." He asked. The mongoose replied, "I am called Stormsurge or Storm for short. If you'd rather have me just tell you about myself I can do that too." "Well alright then. Have at it with your tale lad." Hubert replied after sipping some more stew from his bowl. Storm set his bowl in his lap and looked into the stew before starting his tale. "I come from a place in a mountain range. The mountains are both tyrants and our guardians. Not many people come into our home often and it is also hard to get out of the valley inside. The village is very fruitful, and has lived there since the beginning—or so it is said in the history books. While I was asleep I had a dream about this place. It was under attack by something that wasn't normal at all. There was fire and screams, so when I woke up I took a hidden passage out of the mountain, known by the villagers, and made my way here. Family I don't remember or siblings if I have any. Otherwise, that is the only reasoning behind my being here at this very moment Father Hubert." Storm finished. Hubert sat mulling the information, he just heard, over. "Lad," he started to say, "I believe that what brought ye here was no simple dream that babes have at an early age, but I can't say that ye had a vision of some sort without some back up information on my part or yours. All I can say is let fate follow its path let us follow ours. Sound fair enough?" Storm set aside his empty pull and licked the remaining droplets of the fair liquid away. "I think so." He replied. "Good." He began to pick up Storm's stew bowl, when the door to his den opened and a girl cat came in. "Father Hubert. The guest room you requested to have prepared is ready now. Let me know when to show our guest to it." She said. Hubert looked to her. "Thank ye for letting me know Madeline. Storm, if you're ready to get some sleep Madeline will take ye to your room now." Storm kept looking at Madeline, his eyes like deep blue pools with dark centers. Madeline asked, "Are…you alright?" Storm shook his head and then replied, "I just remembered something from my dream Hubert. Your friend Madeline looks like a lady, except smaller, from my dream." Hubert looked at Storm with a concerned face and thought to himself, 'I believe that something isn't quite normal about this young one. Something not bad, but something that hasn't been noticed for a long time…' Both of the young Veronians went off to bed leaving Father Hubert in his den to smoke his pipe and ponder the events that went on that night. A strange visitor, a dream of events yet to come perhaps, and the fact that the young lad of a mongoose reminded him of someone that use to visit the monastery a couple decades back. He moved these thoughts aside and concentrated on the plans for tomorrow and how he would teach Stormsurge about the monastery's ways and where to take the lad first. Hubert sighed, "What an interesting day this turned out to be." He snuffed out his pipe and the fire before going to bed for the night.