Legends of Belariath
Arix Link
Born to into noble blood, Link was raised under the roof of his father, Lord Talon Surelia. He spent most of his child hood learning the ways of his father in the path of white magic and sticking up for his half-drow brother, Sephiroth. By the age of 5 Link had managed to learn the basics of the Clerical ways that his father had mastered over his life. His family, for the most part was loved and seen as a gift to the town and also to mankind. Before long, his father became a high priest and was looked upon as one of the most respected men in all of Centario (Link’s home village). But there was one man whom had taken hatred to heart for the Surelia family. One man whom had thirsted for Lord Talon’s blood for many years. That man was Grylic Zyphon.
It wasn’t long before word of Talon’s success was relayed to him and Grylic, in his usual flamboyant style, got together a small army of men and attacked the town head on, killing off every man, woman, or child that caught the eye. The city of Centario had gone up in flames and Links once perfectly happy life was now about to change. Slammings at the door, torches thrown into their windows, Link watched it all unfold as he sat curled up behind his brother Sephiroth. The door had bashed open and as Link looked up he saw a face that will never leave his mind, etched like the mark of a devil, as if it had been engraved into his mind with a stake and nail. Grylic Zyphon sneered down at him and grabbed his mother by her hair, her blonde locks hanging through his fingers and her aqua eyes with the most terrified look possible by such a beautiful woman. With that Grylic lifted his hand and swatted her to the ground like a worthless wretch that needed termination.
Link cowered in fear as he watched the rest of Grylic’s men hurry into the room and begin destroying everything…he watched as they sheered his sisters clothing and gang raping her in every way they could…he watched as they raped his mother’s headless body after having beheaded her and staked her head on a pole outside…but what hurt him most…was watching them eat the meat of his dead father, sneering and laughing in his face and continuously offered him some. Building a rage Link took his fathers short sword, barely able to keep hold of it due to its size and lunged what he could at Grylic. In an instant, the blade had sliced across the distracted Grylic’s eye, leaving a wide gash about it. Panting and crying, his eyes burning and his body trembling he watched as Grylic lifted high above him as he stood and growled, kicking Link into the wall behind his silver haired brother.
Watching in fear he looked up wearily at Grylic, his blue eyes focusing on the tall dark figure…no…not just a figure…a symbol…a symbol of evil…. and also something…much more sinister.
Left with nothing Grylic and his band finally retreated from the dead town and disappeared from sight off into the forest that seemed never ending to the eye. Link opened his eyes that were once blinded by the smoke and ash of his burning surroundings and stood up…His brother was gone…his sister, mother and father lay there on the ground lifeless…disgraced…and damned beyond that of any morality. Narrowing his eyes he shivered and began to cry…not with sobs…but with tears of silence…tears that could only be brought out by the breaking of ones life. His life was far worse than broken…it was destroyed…everything he knew…everything he believed in…taken in one night…and by one man. A small light shimmered off in the distance…then it came closer…and closer…until the figure appeared as a person…no…not a person…a angel…a winged being of great magical nature. He was scared at first, but only at first…the figure he saw in the dark would prove to be more than what he could have ever prayed to the gods for that night…another chance in life…another chance to take back what’s his from Grylic.
The Goddess, Morpheous, landed beside him, her hands like that of an angels rubbing along his back as she looked into his eyes and spoke with his mind. It was then he heard the words that would change his life forever…”Link…my little cleric…I want you to take back what is yours…go now…travel the world my child…in time you will find it…and when you do…you will know it…because Link, you are…” her last words seemed to drift passed him without any hint or clue to as what she had said. He narrowed his eyes a bit and repeatedly asked, “What? What did you say?”, but it was far to late for the winged figure had let her hand drift off his back, an enchantment enveloping his body as she flew into the air and whispered to his conscience, “You will live till you find it…may an eternity touch you not until you do”, and started back off into the night…into the heavens…perhaps she wasn’t an angel…but it didn’t matter to him. He knew what he had to do. Standing he took hold of his fathers dagger which he held dearest to him and picked up his fathers “White Book” and started off towards the ocean…. towards the mountains…. and eventually…. in time…towards The Lonely Inn…