For Good or Ill

This is a story of an ordinary young man. A winged young man, but still an ordinary one. His story is rather simple in it is beginning. His parents were servants in one of the many churches of Serin. This church whose teachings were not terribly important overall. They did not teach of loyalty to the gods, or to a specific light or dark driven purpose. It was something else altogether, but that is not his story. His earliest memory is of playing in the mountains. There were other kids, and like him they were all serious. Playing was fun, but their games all had purpose. Lessons within the games. The games taught by various cowled monks, they were taught to hunt, to sour in the sky, to hide in plain sight. Commonly, games were hide and seek, or tag, only there were obstacles to play on. Later, the games drew new meaning, as they were trained for their purpose, they competed. The child who accomplished the most, was fed the most, rewarded the most, and they received the most attention. Naturally, this bred various resentments. Korzin while skilled soon found that he did not want to be in first place. He found that he was able to triumph over his age group easily, but it was boring, and the resentment he received from doing so caused him to not win any longer. Still, he learned, he trained, he grew older. As the cycle continued itself and more classes began their training tragedy struck. It was a plague, and it nearly wiped them out. The land was stained with their blood and pus. The plants withered, and the animals were infected. This plague was unlike any they had ever seen. He barely survived, and the rest of his class did not. Still while some few of them recovered the land did not and thus his first mission was born. The cause was not natural, but magical in nature and he was to find out what it was, and so his search began.