This is my first story submission, so please be gentle. Also, please be patient with the next few chapters as I'll be busy with school and such.
Only Gerrard knows for sure if he is half god or half demon, if he is a flaw in the stitches weaved by the Creators that went unnoticed or more likely than the former unheeded, or if he was conceived a man and ascended to his higher status through magical means; however, Gerrard did follow a normal time flow for a short while and even by his own standards was thought to be nothing but another mortal man living out his existence. This living paradox was perceivably an average man raised as a priest of Silvercrane for over twenty-five years when he begun to realize he is much more than normal.
At an early age he was delivered as an orphan by an unspoken source to Silvercrane's prominent church of the god of knowledge, Eidol. In an attempt to compensate for the hospitality of the church, he has journeyed for most of his life professing Eidol's teachings. Garbed in the normal white accoutrements of the order of Eidol, in his right hand was held a cane made of wood topped with a serpent of gold coiled with its fangs bared upwards, in his left hand was the book professing his god. The book of Eidol was bound in an exquisite, ornate blue cover and was decorated richly in gold lettering upon the travel-worn, but nonetheless striking, book's front. Gerrard was of an average height, his build was less than that of the ordinary man, and when he walked he held his head high in defiance of the world that tried to forsake him earlier in his life. His eyes were an extraordinary lament of green, his hair brown and straight reaching down to the neck as was common among priests of his time, and his skin slightly tanned due to years of travel. The journey in this part of his life had led him and the four Draungerion Elites that accompanied him to an olden town without religion called Glavendroom.
Gerrard at first held skepticism of the recent extensive assignment thrust upon him, as missions requiring this distance of travel were unheard of in Eidol's orders. After much debate with his superiors he was eventually given the consent of the high priestess Erenime to acquire the assistance of a few Draungerion Elitists. Erenime was the one who originally took him in and named him Gerrard when he was found an infant slumbering at the foot of the steps leading up to Eidol's monastery. The Draungerion Elites in writing are the defenders of the church of Eidol who in times of need ensure that the ideals of their god are never lost. In books of lore found in the Eidol monastery's library, this order derived its origins from one of the founder of the church's spiritual visions over one thousand years previous. Although many consider these soldiers to be the church's private tithe collectors due to the constant unwarranted deployment often practiced by the corrupted leaders underneath of Erenime. Unfortunately she is blind to their immoral ambitions and turns ear when speech of their malice arises in conversation.