I was a child not too long ago. A child like many others that used to laugh and play all day. A child without a care in the world. But my story began a long time ago, even before I was born. Those days were dark and fearful for my people, the Balaur would go a long away to spill our blood. And for what happened that night I wonder... I still wonder everyday... Is there any good in them?
Why do I keep wondering? After all they did to all of Aion's creation? After their betrayal? Because of that one night. We, the Reians were victorious. Karhun led us to victory and we took Karmar. Sarpan was finally ours, a place to call our own at last. But my parents weren't in that wonderful land, at least not yet. Although I wasn't born, I can tell you this story as if I witnessed it. Why you may ask? Because it was the only known act of goodness a Balaur ever showed.
It was a dark night, not only because the lack of light but also because of fear. A group of Reians was still trying to make their way to Sarpan, where were they? I still don't know till this date... All I know is that the Balaur were after them. My mom tried with all her strength to keep moving, she was the weak link of the group. A pregnant woman in her 8th month running, not only for her but also for the child she carried. My dad was leading the group but he couldn't leave my mom behind, after all she was his wife and she had his child with her. They had to stop. Been the strong man that he was, or so people tell me, he propose that they camped in a near by cave. And so they did. Some tents were built and some blankets placed on the ground. The men took turns as lookouts as the women made their best to make some food. My mom was too weak to move, she was just lying there, trying to calm down her unborn child.
Some hours passed and everyone was fed. Everyone was agitated, they were siting ducks. The scout came back in a hurry, my dad was glad to finally see him, but what he saw took all hope from his soul. The blood dripping from the man's body caused a state of panic. Looking deep into the darkness my dad made out some figures.
"BALAUR!"
With this loud shout everyone hurried to their weapons. And them just silence... Every second seemed like an hour. Everything was so peace full and silence until an arrow. That first shot started the slaughter. Some tried to escape but they were no match for the beats. While everyone was busy with the fight my mom slowly moved away. She did all she could to keep away from all the commotion. She though she was safe, that she could rest but she wasn't alone. A Balaur riding his pagati was passing by. Frozen by fear she stood still. The beast jumped from his mount and got his sword ready to put an end to her life. She closed her eyes and apologized to her child. Some tears rolled down her face. She waited and waited but... nothing... Just nothing. Why wasn't she dead? What was stopping the Balaur to finish his target? As she opened her eyes he putted away his sword. He was looking at her big and ground belly. At first she was afraid that he had some crazy ideas but then he spoke in a calm and deep voice.
" Your luck saved you today Reian. I'm not a monster... I do what I do because orders and nothing else... Sparing your life would mean my death if anyone found out..."
"Thank you..."
That's all my mom could say. But he didn't only spare our lives, he also took us as close as possible to Sarpan. That's where I was born, grew up and died... But my life still goes on... How you ask? Why was I resurrected? That's the reason I'm writing this, so everyone knows what my mission was and why. Not everyone was given a second chance but I'm gonna make mine count.