A.N: This story does not take place in Toril, but in a similar land I created called Faekra.
Chapter One
The boy stood at the forest's edge, shaking, waiting. The forest had taunted him in his dreams for all his life and now he stood before his nightmare. He was terrified. The trees whispered his name. Their bark turned and churned forming malicious smiles. Yet despite his fear he knew he had to enter. This forest, he knew would determine his destiny.
The boy fell to his knees before the mighty trees. Then, as if he was no longer himself but someone different, he began to pray to Magicklyn'Frasond, god of dark magic.
"Rise Raemynd!" the trees (or perhaps Magicklyn'Frasond himself) boomed in his mind. The voice instilled fear throughout his entire body, yet, he obeyed anyway. He felt as if he were no longer himself, as if possessed by some demon.
"Come to me mortal!" the voice thundered.
Raemynd continued forward, walking painstakingly slow. He finally reached forest's edge and his fear rose to new heights but whatever demon had grabbed the boy had not yet let him go. He entered his nightmare with no control over his body. Only then did the demon let him go, but by then it was too late. White-hot bolts of energy shot from the trees grabbing him. They brought him up helplessly hanging midair.
Then, they burned him.
Raemynd screamed. He screamed the scream of a thousand tortured men. Besides bodily harm, the magic bolts ripped violently through his mind. They tore up his good memories; they devoured his hope. When he could scream no longer, he cried. These tears though, were cold and black like the forested earth. They brought the boy no salvage only more pain as they burned his very skin.
Finally, his body went limp and the mighty trees loosened their grip letting the boy fall to the ground. Lying there in the dead leaves Raemynd surprisingly found the strength to stand up. Then strangely, he began to laugh but not a laugh of joy, instead a laugh of vicious conquest. He no longer felt as if a demon possessed him, but as if the demon had become him. Raemynd did not mind.
"You will make a fine mage, my slave," Magicklyn'Frasond magically spoke in the boy's mind once more.
"Thank you, Master," Raemynd spoke aloud solemnly.
"You were the black robes of my followers now," the god spoke again.
The boy waited patiently for the robes to appear before him but nothing happened. Then though, to his surprise, he looked down to see he was already wearing them!
"I see your shock," the god continued on, "and I hope you realize my powers, both good and evil, are endless."
"I understand, Master," was the only thing he managed to say.
"One last thing," the god added as an afterthought, "Your name is now Ara'nithe. It is elven for eternal darkness. Now be gone from this forest and await my call."
The young man left forever changed. In only a short amount of time he had become a mage but also a monster, for underneath his quickly fading wall of fear was the raw power that only a god could give.