Cyrus-the-Acceptable

In the latter-morning light, there leaned a man against a marble pillar, in the midst of a large, opulent garden. He was youthful and strong-jawed. His well-kempt hair matched his delft-blue cassock in martial elegance. "Kaaay-lan!" spake a familiar voice. The soldier turned and saw another man, making his way along the tanned bricks of the garden path. "Daxus." Kaelan replied, with a friendly grin. Daxus stood about a hand's length taller than Kaelan. His was a milder appearance: still suitable for decorum, yet reflective of his more casual manner. His roughened floral cape caught Kaelan's eye. "I see you walked all the way here." "Almost all the way... I'll admit I hitched a wagon part-ways." "Those poor people." They both laughed, and met with a friendly embrace. "'Tis good to see you, Captain." said Daxus. "Enjoying your new station?" "More than I thought I would." replied Kaelan. "And what of you, Phantom? Enjoy your time with Vedict Amos?" "Absolutely. Though, I

"Hello, father." "Kara. How was your trip?" "The library was great! Mother got these for me." "Ah, The Scathing! These notes must be from Urain's Concordance... ah, indeed they are." "Father... would you read it to me? Please?" "Hmm. So you want the Scritor's exposition?~" "Yes!" "You know, Kara, these Chronicles are a few levels above your reading. And they're very long. I can't teach you everything about them in one day." "I know, but I'm old enough now. I promise, father: I want to read it." "Well... alright. But remember, this will take a while. I have my job at the Academy." "I can wait." "Very well! Get your things, we're going to the study. I have my own notes for cross-reference." "Okay!" --- Long before the Angel of Promise came, there was a time of great disturbance upon Uvan: our home. Nations were broken and formed. Lands were lost and taken. War had torn men apart, over resources, and doctrines. Wherever the Law was forsaken, there was confusion, and