Sentinelspire - Mark Sehestedt [119]
"Perhaps two years before Kheil and I first crossed paths, I found some of Alaodin's contacts in Glarondar. Unlike most who approached Alaodin, I did not want anyone murdered. I requested an audience with the Old Man of the Mountain, for I greatly wished to come and study the Imaskari lore at Sentinelspire. Why he granted my request I don't suppose I will ever know. Nor do I care. He probably thought he could find a use for whatever knowledge I unearthed, or perhaps he saw me as a potential contact within the Yuirwood.
"Alaodin sent an escort for me-a quiet, secret thing that most of his blades did not even know. Using the portals, they brought me to the Fortress, and I spent many long days and nights studying in the vaults and libraries of the Fortress. Alaodin, despite being one of the world's foremost murderers, had gathered an impressive collection of lore and relics of power-both Imaskari and otherwise. One item in particular was the relic you carried for so long."
"Erael'len?"said Berun. "It came from Sentinelspire?"
"It did," said Chereth. "How such a holy relic to our faith came to be in the possession of the Lord of Assassins I do not know. He had never been able to unlock its secrets, though he sensed the power within it. And here, I must confess that I defiled the rules of hospitality. I stole Erael'len and fled. I had no choice. For such a holy relic to rest in the hands of someone so unworthy… my heart would not bear it. During my escape, I was forced to kill several of Alaodin's men.
"Alaodin felt that his honor had been insulted-that, and I'm sure he wanted the relic back. And so Alaodin gathered his very best assassins and sent them to kill an old druid in the Yuirwood. And here, my dear son, is where you enter this tale."
Berun's mind reeled. When the Old Man had ordered him to lead the blades into the Yuirwood and kill an old druid, Berun had not asked why. The opportunity to kill had been enough. The order to hunt and kill in lands he'd never seen had been… intoxicating. There had never been any word of retrieving a relic. At least not to Kheil. If that had been part of their mission, it had been only for the ears of one of the other assassins.
"Kheil and his band," Chereth continued, "killed many of my people. But the old druid Chereth? Me, they missed, and Kheil was captured by my best wardens. And at my word, they put him to a just and deserved death. But the mysteries of the Oak Father are beyond comprehension. From death comes life. And so, by the grace and power of the Oak Father, I called you back to serve, to serve the will of the god and all we hold precious-growing things, the wild, life itself." The old half-elf smiled, and his voice became raspy with emotion. "And you did, my son. You did. Served beyond all my hopes and dreams for you."
Chereth turned, walked away, and began to pace the roof, the strange lights playing about him.
"But still my quest continued. I shared my desire with others of my Circle and other Circles. I pleaded with them of the need to strike a blow for the wild, lest it be lost beyond repair. But they failed to see the wisdom of my words. They failed to see the depth of civilization's stain upon the world. And so I left, and together we sought the final pieces I needed."
"Why, master?" said Berun. "Why did you never tell me any of this?"
Chereth stopped his pacing and held Berun's gaze. "You were strong. Never doubt that, my son. Strong like a diamond. But, like a diamond, I knew that one strike in the wrong place and you would shatter. I knew you had taken to your new life, becoming Berun for me and for the Oak Father. But I could also see that your old life still haunted you, that still you had to struggle with the corruption of Kheil in your soul. This is why you took so readily to the wild, I think. In civilization, in the cities, towns, even in the villages… Kheil's desires began to reawaken, did they not?"
It was true.