Legends of Belariath

Ilir`Nishan

==An ambitious mind onto the outer lands==

(A good amount of years in the past)
High in the skies over Nathalion what seemed like a pack of torians flew over the sprawling lands. A young Ilir would overlook the continent, the then child never being there himself. He'd look up to his side at his father as they flew before speaking outwards to him.

"When will we be able to see the outer lands father?.."

Ilir's father would look back at the child, narrowing his eyes slightly, and responding back with a sense of authority.

"You well know it is not in our tradition to disperse among others..we have lived among our clan in the most peaceful state for centuries Ilir..such a thought is nothing short of taboo..."

The father's words were harsh in a sense and the boy, Ilir would immeditately silence himself before looking down again at the sprawling lands they seemed to be passing. A small group of several torians it seemed, sent to pick up whatever remains of inventory they had left in the locale prior to what would be their next home.

(And thus, time advances to the most present times)

Ilir had grown mostly with a good head on his shoulders. The parents were caring of the boy as time passed, though he did indeed have a side of curiousity within him, paired with an ambition to expand his knowing of the lands. Ilir lost his mother at a young age, due in part to collecting a vaccine together for her son, who had contracted a potent poison from a creature while playing out within the fields surrounding the clan's new home, with one of the ingredients being located towards the outer lands. It was collected, but not without consequence, as the weary father eventually followed after the mother, only for the mother to eventually be slaughtered by a creature before him. The father was able to slay the beast and return with the remaining factor for the vaccine in time to save his son's life, he couldn't afford to loose another of his kin..and thus from this stemmed the father's sudden hostility to the outer lands, the father hesitantly having to tell his recovering son about the loss.

The Aesir clan is the name of this colony, usually favoring the colder regions. They are nesteled in a valley surrounded by mountains, an area which sees a healthy amount of snow most of the year, though some of the areas do remain rich in soil, allowing for a successful planting and harvest. The years have passed easily as the Aesir clan made this valley area their new home. Though all seemed peaceful, something seemed amok behind the scenes. The elder, along with other commanding figures decided to meet out of haste, one would wonder why.

The elder would look around at the others, a seemingly uneased look on his face "If...that situation happens..then we have many warriors here in our clan..though...the teachings are limited...magic from the outer lands..may prove difficult for us to comprehend...perhaps we can send one of our warr--" a voice would stop him from the other end of the table, the voice of Ilir's farther "Why not send Ilir?...he..has jsut completed his rolebirth ceremony..gaining knowledge of the arts within the outerlands may prove beneficial..and help aid our clan in the future.." and yet, another voice spoke out in rebellion "and defy our tradition! what has gotten into you!?" a small debate would grow larger and larger until the elder would shake his head and smack his palm down upon the table "SILENCE!..we will achieve nothing this way.." and with that the other figures would silence themselves. The elder would tap his fingers open the aged table where they sat..slowly shifting his eyes towards those of Ilir's father "Sven....we will allow your son passage to the outer lands..for his sake and our own..he has yet to see the fires of war, battle, or death....perhaps..it'd do him some good..the sake of the clan can potentially lay on this single thread..and it is the best alternative I can see...with that said..the meeting comes to a close...the lad will depart as soon as tomorrow if possible.." shuffles and movement could now be seen, with a few grunts and remarks making their way into the air.

Ilir was seen towards the back of his own home, chopping firewood down. Since the mother's death, he and his father pretty much supported themselves..which each one taking up respective chores or obligations. The father would approach Ilir in a seemingly hesitant manner and would nod as soon as he was in view "Good job with the wood..though..I think there is something that you should know.." he'd let off a small sigh, the lightly bearded man looking off towards the distance surrounding mountains, and then back at his son "The elder held a meeting..I...I can't go into specifics but..it was ruled that you must venture out into the outer lands and learn the arts of combat from there..to aid our clan eventually.." Ilir would blink..his actions frozen for a moment, he didn't know whether to be excited or otherwise. Ilir would shake his head..putting down the axe "but..thats something you've objected about when I'ved asked in the past--" the father would shake his head "that..was insecurities of mine..your mother.....its...what she would've wanted if she was here as well..they...want to you leave tomorrow..so you'd best get prepared today..do you remember that sprawling land we flew by all those years ago..?..I believe it is called Nathalion...you should depart for there..and learn what you can on the arts of magic..if not..more Ilir.." the father would nod..giving off a light smile. Ilir would blink and nod slightly.. "but what about you farther..will you be ok?.." "hah..I'll be more than fine here Ilir..you should know that by now...in any case let us make haste in your preperation for departure.."

The next day had come and Ilir was facing most of the clan as they saw him off. He'd glance over at his father, who would come over an give him an embrace "take care of yourself..this is where your life truely begins..prepare for the unexpected in Nathalion..and even when you set foot back here..there are unforseen powers at work.." he'd say, the father moving back now. The elder would then approach Ilir and would nod, the short old fellow looking up to speak at him as Ilir kneeled down "Ilir..this was not an easy decision..based on our traditions..but we may potentially be in danger which is why you are heading where you are now..for your benefit more than ours...grow strong and prepare for the worst my child..we will need all the aide we can get....now go..you have my blessing..your clan will be behind you every step of the way...spread your wings Ilir..the world is open to you know.." the elder would say, giving the young torian and tap on the jaw with his hand before moving back.

Ilir would stand now..looking over the clan once more before turning, spreading his ice blue wings fully and crouching..looking back again at his father..and nodding. Without a second thought he was off to Nathalion. His father told him of what to except within the region and to potentially prepare for more, even so..the magic there had is reputation..and Ilir would gain a vast understanding once there. It wasn't long before Ilir was high in the skies..silver hues looking over at the distanced clan locale..he'd look forward once again..the mountains and vast land before him. He reminded himself it wouldn't be easy..but alas..he was more determined than ever now. "Nathalion.." is all he would say..before soaring past the mountains quickly and pushing on through several clouds.

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