The rise of Revan
Prologue
Charo sat smoking on a pipe. Old age was treating him well. He owned a small house in a quiet town. As the village Elder he was well respected and well taken care of. He enjoyed his quiet peaceful life. He looked down as he heard someone running up to him. It was a young boy around 8 years old. He had raven black hair and a red tattoo above his right eye that was the clan symbol. He had pale skin and yellow, cat-like, eyes. He came running up to Charo smiling. Charo smiled down at him. "Hello Revan. And how are you this morning?"
Revan looked up to him smiling. "I'm good, sir." He then looked down to the ground and began shuffling nervously. "Umm, my birthday was about a week ago. Am…Am I finally ready to learn to begin fighting?" He looked up at the old man with a hopeful look.
The Old man looked down and smiled. "Perhaps. Tell me though Revan; why do you still maintain that human look? You're a changeling like all of us. You can shift as much as you want, you know."
Revan looked at the man with a slightly serious look. "Our normal forms all look so similar since we're so reliant on our shape shifting. I want to keep a human form so that I stand out. Plus, when I'm older I can use the fact that most don't know I'm a changeling to my advantage."
The old man laughed and looked down at Revan with a smile. "Indeed. You are definitely much too smart for your age. Are you still planning on becoming a Bladesinger?"
Revan nodded vigorously before looking up with a determined smile. "Yes sir. I'm going to be a great Bladesinger. I'm gonna make my parents proud." At the mention of his parents his face fell a bit. They had died years ago leaving Revan behind. He had vowed to make their spirits proud.
The old man put his hand on Revan's head. "Revan, if your parents were around now they would be extremely proud of you."
"You think so?"
"I know so. Now then. I suppose you might be old enough." He began scratching his chin in mock thought. "Hmmmm I suppose you could be ready to begin training. But can you truly handle it?"
At this Revan perked up. "Sir! I'm ready to begin the training!"
"Hahaha. I suppose you are. Very well. Go get food and prepare lunch. When you've finished eating you can begin your training."
Revan stood straight as he spoke. "Yes sir!" He jumped away and began running to get the food gathered. The old man smiled at his enthusiasm. It had been 3 years. 3 long years since Revan's parents died and he took the boy in. Despite the loss of his parents to the Spellscar Revan remained cheerful and optimistic. He sincerely hoped that the boy never changed. Having raised the boy for 3 years he was always amazed at the boy's willingness to learn and follow orders. He hoped the boy had a happy future. Still, the old man feared for Revan. The Spellscar that took his parents still ran in his blood. The old man didn't want to tell him but the possibility still remained; that the Spellscar should surface on Revan, like it did his parents. But eight years was a long time for something like that to stay dormant. Still, he feared that it would one day show itself. If it did it would mean the death of Revan's dreams as very few ever survive the Spellscar.
He hoped that if the scar did show itself; that it would do so after he had died. It may have been a harsh thought but he couldn't bear to see such a promising youth be taken by such a monstrous fate. If Revan ever did become a Bladesinger, he would easily be one of the best. He had that raw talent and willingness to learn that would propel him through the ranks. Revan was a smart boy with a great future ahead of him. All he needed was the gods to smile upon him and keep the scar away. He saw Revan running back to him with the food for lunch. The old man smiled and got up to go with Revan inside. If Revan ever did get the scar Charo felt that he could still overcome it. The boy was far stronger than even many adults the old man knew. If anyone could get the scar and keep going it was him. He was a survivor. No doubt about it.