Legends of Belariath

Viviane

Viviane has not had a carefree life by a means, she tends to be quite shy and a bit more reserved about things then most people understand. She is a cleric though only in name; she tends not to be overly zealous in her religious training because of a happening that she cannot remember much of.

Viv had been captured in a raid by slavers upon the temple that she had been sent to. That was the first time in her life that she had ever been away from the city that she once called home. The young maiden had been trained to be pleasing to men, though she was overly rebellious and ran away many times, earning her many creative punishments that the slavers could think of. Many years passed and she only accepted her station, but knew that she was a bit more, even if she could not remember it. After twelve years within the camp, she had aged until she reached the elven age of forty though she is nineteen in human years. It was now time for her to be sold out of the camp.

It happened to be a clear day when Viviane was sold since she remembers it well enough... The slaver that trained her took to a small village close to the academy that trained knights. There she was sold a young man and his pregnant wife, to serve as a nanny for the unborn child. After the child had been born, the man’s wife died from labor, Viviane was given the task to raise and to look after the child of whom she did for fifteen years. Though her life by any means was not easy, she learned to endure the pain and the suffering of having no contact, except that of the healer to comfort her in any way. The child grew and an accident happened and Viviane was blamed for the death. He became a vengeful drunk.

Now she knew and her Master knew about the academy that was near the village, though they did not know that a fateful night was about to happen. It was close to the Midsummer solstice, and she and him were within a tavern and she was about to serve him, and then she tripped over a person’s feet and the mug shattered and His precious ale was lost and upon Viviane looking upwards, she saw him uncoil the whip. She tried to back away, apologizing as she did so, her hair; he caught and brought her around until her back was towards him. She heard the first loud crack of the whip and then the searing pain that she felt across her back and she began to scream, it was harder then He had given before. She still to this day does not know how many blows she received to her back, for while she was screaming bloody murder. At once, the blows stopped and she looked up to see a hooded person fighting her master, and though her voice was hoarse and she never tried to stop the person, she finally fainted from the most pain she felt in her entire life. The healer did heal the young maiden’s back up perfectly. Viviane was indebted to the healer, the healer told her to go find the one who had helped her and thus with the clothing that the healer had given her and the little money she was given. She set out upon the journey that lasted five years having always heard of a town called Nathalion, though not journeying to there yet.

Her journey ended at Nathalion, by she submitted herself to Abriel Roseblade, the man that saved her life from death in the tavern. Viviane has grown to love him, though he now has disappeared from her life completely and she only knows that it now up to herself to keep herself protected from those that prey upon the weak. Though she knows not what the future might hold for herself.

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