Field of Sacrilege
In a far away land known as Hohm, a child was born. Raised by the shamans, the boy grew. He learned of peace and tranquility, believing in love not war. The shamans were a passive bunch. They lived in isolation on the plains and in the valleys. Living off the land, they worshipped the earth and Mother Nature was their Goddess. Never before had the shamans quarreled with any being, but in defense of their home they were forced to rebel against their attackers.
The boy had grown to adolescence and in the evening storm the boy was taken from his hut. He was taken down to the shore where the ocean roared in a violent fury. The boy was tied down to a boat and pushed out to sea. Many watched as the boy disappeared never to be seen again. The elders had foreseen the day when he shall be cast adrift into the wrath of the ocean. It was the only hope for saving the colonies. The boy was evil. Unknowing that deep in his heart laid a demon, a demon of colossal destruction. If it had awakened, death would plague the land.
The shamans were unhappy of what they did. They killed one of their own to save their own selfish being. Murder was the act of warlocks not shamans. That night the shamans performed a ritual to ask forgiveness from Mother Nature, but their totem was struck down by a single bolt of lightening. It was a sign that Mother Nature was dismayed. The shamans knew there would be trouble in the future.
The warlocks were a vicious group of bloodthirsty killers. They attacked any land they sought for their own. Their land was consumed in shadows for the warlocks thrived in the dark and would often attack in the night. They saw no pity, no remorse, and no mercy they lived by one rule, kill or be killed and death was their answer. None have been courageous enough to revolt against them until the shamans.
The boy was discovered on the shore of Shey'Janar by the warlocks. He was taken to the temple of Al'Karaj to be a sacrifice, but during the Dark Ritual the oracle interrupted with news of a prophecy. The boy was the host of a great evil, a demon, capable of destroying all who stand against him. The warlocks took advantage of the boy and taught him the ways of shadow. As he grew in age he grew in power feeding off the rage of his betrayal. Years past and the warlocks were on the verge of losing the decade long war against the shamans, but the boy was ready to fight.
War waged on and the shamans were driving the warlocks from their soil and victory looked promising. Many were lost but Mother Nature was behind them. The warlocks were ready to retreat when the boy walked forward. Seeing his presence brought a wave of moral that roared across the warlock army. With sword in hand the boy charged, hacking away at his brothers. In the end the battle claimed many lives and not many of either side were alive as the boy met eyes with the war chief. Filled with anger and hate the boy attacked, subduing the chief in a state of plea. The war chief looked up and apologized as he stared into the eyes of his son. The boy yelled and ended the chief with a swift hack of his bloodied sword.
The boy looked around himself in a field of blood and sin. He felt satisfied in his vengeance and turned to face his new brethren. Suddenly something pierced his cold black heart. An archer had given his last breath to vanquish the beast that destroyed his home. Stumbling forward the boy collapsed. He fell to the ground next to his father as his fate grew near, but his pain was over, he was free. The demon that controlled him was no longer, and he could die in peace.