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==-A Promise to a Star-==
by Lathaliu Ewoenyn

If I do not find her eventually, she will die. Even now the
evil that festers within is slowly draining away her very
spirit. It may not happen today. It may not happen tomorrow
or in a few weeks, months or even years. But it will happen;
that I know without a doubt now, and I will forever be
burdened with the pain and certainty that knowledge could
have saved her. And may save her still.

I was a first year student at the prestigious Izma Ru'ef
University in Leth Deriel. One of only a handful of non-Elven
students admitted that year, I was determined to prove my
worth to my professors and peers. But I had few ideas of
where I wanted to go with my future. The professors were
starting to pressure me to choose an area in which to
concentrate my studies, but I was torn between my love for the
holy magics and my love of the lore of the stars. I decided
to leave the University for a brief visit in the nearby
Crossing, hoping that maybe a change of scenery would help me
think, and also planning on securing a few interviews with
some of the guild leaders there.

After spending just a few terrifying moments with the volatile
Moon Mage guild leader, I left to wander the crowded
streets with a heavy heart, beginning to wonder if this visit
had not in fact been such a good idea. It was surely a divine
hand that guided my weary feet to the welcoming and open doors
of the cleric guild. There, in the quiet of that
sunlit sanctuary, I sat and meditated, or tried to anyway,
although I'm sure that to any observer it might have appeared
more like sulking. Just then a group of clerics entered,
radiant souls they were, with light hearts and light feet, and
I watched in silent awe and admiration as they proceeded to
celebrate the glory of the Thirteen Immortals through a
graceful and elegant dance the likes of which I had never
seen. Then one of them, a fellow Elothean, bent and paid
homage to the altar, touching it ever so slightly with the tips
of his fingers. A far away look stole over his face then, and
he appeared momentarily dazed. Then he turned abruptly and
stared straight at me.

I had hidden in a shadowy pew in an attempt to go unnoticed,
but now he was walking towards me and with a growing sense of
apprehension I looked around for a hasty exit. But he was at
my side before I could even rise to my feet.

"The gods have sent me a vision of you," he said calmly, as if
communicating directly with the most powerful beings in the
universe was a perfectly natural occurrence. His face was
serene and when he smiled warmly at me I felt as if I too had
been given a glimpse at the divine. Anyone with whom the gods
spoke was a chosen one indeed.

"I saw you holding a child in your arms," he told me. "But it
was not an Elothean child, it was the child of some other.
You were smiling and I knew that this child needed you and
meant a great deal to you. The gods have spoken to you
through me, and ahead of you they have already laid the path
on which you will walk."

"The gods sent you this vision?"

"Yes. Do you find that surprising? The gods have many ways
of communicating with mortals. But while they seek to speak
to us all, only a select number of Elanthians have ears keen
enough to hear their call."

The notion of the gods seeking to communicate with mortals was
not new to me. My mother was a strong believer in omens and
spoke of them as "road signs at the crossroads of destiny."
At that moment I felt like I was indeed standing at one of
these very crossroads that my mother had spoken of, and I knew
that the path I took then would decide the fate of my life.

"What does it mean?" I asked the priest.

"That I cannot say for certain. But the gods have taken an
interest in you and that is no accident."

"Do you think," I began, uncertain of how to phrase the
question that had formed so urgently just then in my mind, "Do
you think that I could learn the holy arts someday?"

"Fellow Eloth," he said to me then warmly, "If you feel the
calling of the gods within you do not be afraid to embrace it!
Remember that we, as the seventh and most perfected of the
races of this land, are held in special regard by the gods.
It is a natural choice that we should feel moved to be their
messengers, their intermediaries, in this world of mortals."

I left right away for Leth Deriel, wasting no more time in the
Crossing. I was now eager to begin my studies at the
University. As I stood on the ferry that would take me south,
watching the dark canopy of the treetops on the opposite bank
growing closer, my head was filled with the words of a
traditional Elothean lullaby that my mother had sung to me
when I was a child:
 
When the world was nothing but earth and air 
Devoid of life's soft breath and sigh 
The gods created seven beings fair 
To fill the Void and walk the green land dry. 
 
Bright One! 
Your life has come 
Hear now, hark! 
You were born 
from gods' divine spark. 
 
When the first six rose and took on life 
Animals and trees stretched far and near 
A silence broke the sky like the cut of a knife 
As the gods wept with joy and shed a tear. 
 
Bright Star! 
You'll fly so far 
Stand up, stand tall 
Be not afraid 
to answer your call. 
 
From that crystal tear a rain did fall 
And the seventh being took shape and form 
Enlivened from the gods' very beckoning call 
Through divine will the first Elothean was born. 
 
Bright Moon! 
Sing your own tune 
Live long, live full 
Roam where you will 
when you feel that pull. 
 
As they spread across both earth and sea 
Eluned smiled on each child's birth 
Every mystery revealed, their mind the key 
Knowledge their food, and wisdom their mirth. 
 
Bright Sun! 
Your thoughts will run 
Bathed in light 
Do not hide 
from what is right. 
 
By darkened shadow or awakening light 
Know the Thirteen made you whole 
For you are blessed (and chosen!) in their sight 
Divine spark resides within your soul. 
 
Bright One! 
Be not undone 
Hold true and proud 
For heritage makes you 
one out of a crowd. 
 
From then on I took diligently to the study of Divinity. I
lost myself eagerly in reams of books and manuscripts, and
made the library my second home. So intent was I to drink in
all the knowledge I could, that I barely noticed when an
unusual Elven child was brought to the University Dean. She
soon caught the attention of every student and professor
there, however, and it wasn't long before I too was
hopelessly embroiled in her strange and dark fate.

She arrived dirty and malnourished, and her hair was so
entangled with twigs and brush that at first I was unable to
even tell what color it was. She seemed to have little if any
language skills even though the local Elven empath assured us
that she was only a few years away from adolescence. Her
origins were uncertain; it seemed that no one from leagues
around would admit to having bore her or even know if she had
any surviving family members at all. Perhaps, though, this
was not surprising in light of her condition. She appeared to
be afflicted with an odd and debilitating illness that many
took for sheer madness. At a loss for a cure, she
mysteriously arrived on the University doorstep like a child
out of a mythic tale, and soon became an exotic research
specimen of great interest to the scholars.

That first night she put up a terrible howling, loud enough to
wake all of Leth's living residents and probably its dead ones
as well. Even though she had been given a tidy little room
with a warm comfortable bed, she scratched at the walls and
doors like an animal caught in a cage. I had snuck out of my
dormitory room late that evening and was just peering around
the hallway corner when I saw one of the professors, a stout
Dwarven woman, strolling serenely down the hallway towards the
child's room. Behind her trailed the sweet scent of herbs,
and a wreath of jadice flowers was nestled in her thick hair.

I crept silently behind her and watched as she strode
confidently into the child's room and closed the door behind
her. The screaming immediately stopped and the hallway grew
silent. Around me a small crowd gathered, everyone waiting
eagerly with their breaths caught in anticipation. No one
seemed to pay any heed to the fact that most of us were still
in our evening gowns.

Shortly after the hour, the Dwarven woman emerged again, her
face strained and sad and her shoulders heavy. Folding her
hands she bowed her head and informed us all that nothing more
could be done. "That child is afflicted with no illness of
the body that I have ever seen in my long days as a healer.
I'm sorry, but I am at a loss. She is sleeping peacefully
now, or at least for the time being, until the effect of the
tea wears off." Murmuring in hushed voices, we spectators
crept back to our respective rooms.

The following day a great commotion drew me from my quiet
studies in the library. A tall Elf was approaching just
outside, dressed in long robes that trailed out behind him
like a cloud of blue smoke. Surrounding him was a throng of
people, commoners and students alike, all shouting to him at
once. He raised a jeweled hand to silence the crowd and spoke
loudly. "There will be time for you all to have brief
appointments with me later. Right now, my time is consumed
by a very important business that can not wait."

He was ushered into the large foyer of the University, and the
great doors were shut, bringing a sudden quiet to the
building. Several other professors spoke with him in hushed
tones to which he replied in a booming voice, "Yes, yes, I
will have it ready by morning. The results will be no less
than astounding, I assure you. Leave it all to me. Just lead
me to your laboratory. I can not be disturbed while I work."
I soon learned that he was a visiting professor from Asemath
Academy, a renowned alchemist and herbalist who was famed for
his miracle cures throughout the Realms.

But the alchemist had already left in a hurried flurry of
activity before the light of the next dawn even touched the
sky. He had locked himself in the University's main
laboratory that afternoon before and did not emerge for lunch,
dinner, or evening prayer. Hours went by as a thin, pale
assistant came to and fro from his room, bringing him all
sorts of foul smelling plant life and animal remains.
Finally, just as I was preparing for bed, there was a great
commotion from inside the lab and the thunderous shake of a
frightful explosion shook the entire University building. The
door burst open and a torrent of terrible fumes and smoke
billowed out followed by the alchemist, who appeared with arms
triumphantly raised like a savior emerging from the clouds.

He was led directly to the child's sleeping quarters, where
again, a crowd of curious onlookers waited outside the doors.
Barely a few strained minutes passed when a loud, definitely
male, shout broke the silence. The alchemist emerged,
looking sober and cross, literally drenched in a shiny green
slime. He packed up his things immediately afterwards and
clearly made it known that he wanted nothing more at all to do
with "that wretched child."

Day three and still no progress. Two solemn clerics from the
nearby temple appeared that afternoon, shuffling quietly in
their dark robes like shadowy apparitions, cradling prayer
beads in their hands and whispering softly amongst themselves.
They drifted into the child's room and closed the door. All
night their steady rhythmic chants filled my dreams and the
next morning the faint smell of incense had wafted under my
door. But they too fared no better in finding a cure,
although they did have a diagnosis for her malady. "She is
possessed by a malicious entity of some sort," the priestess
explained, "and it appears to be slowly draining the life from
her very spirit. I fear she may only grow worse as time
passes."

In the following days numerous eccentric and questionable
personages filtered in and out of the University, all offering
their advice, services, and expertise. Although greatly
disturbed by the news of the girl's health, I retained a
distant yet curious attachment to the proceedings, which might
never have gone beyond that had something else not intervened
to draw me in.

I was walking through Leth one day just as dusk was falling.
The streets were quiet and I walked the roads alone with
nothing but the sound of my footsteps and the wind
in the trees to keep me company. But as I approached a side
street, a tall hulking figure stepped out into my path.
Reflexively, I reached for a tiny knife in my cloak pocket,
but the figure before me held out his enormous hands in a
gesture of supplication and said in a soft, gentle voice,
"Please. Wait."

The man was a Gor'Tog, finely dressed in a smart velvet vest
and doeskin breeches, but upon closer inspection I noticed
that things were not what they seemed. While his clothes
might have been elegant once, they appeared to have seen
better days. The vest was threadbare and unraveling in spots
and the breeches were stained. Something about the pallor of
his pale green skin gave me the impression that he was
malnourished, possibly ill, and his eyes were shaded by dark
circles underneath them.

"You are from the University? You must be, yes. Smart Eloth
like you. I know of the Elven girl. The girl who is sick? I
can help her. I know what is wrong. I know why she is so
ill. I know why she doesn't get better."

Thinking that I had stumbled upon yet another charlatan intent
on selling his expertise like all the rest, I started to turn
away. But he held out an hand to stop me.

"I tell the truth! Listen, please. You must. I bring you
something. I bring you a cure." He reached into his pocket
and removed a piece of tattered yellow parchment which looked
like it had been torn from a book. It had crumpled in his
pocket and he quickly tried to smooth it out with his thick
fingers. He looked around furtively and clutched the
parchment to his chest. Then he thrust it at me.

"I have to leave. You hide this. Don't tell anyone we met.
That parchment...it may cost me my life."

"Why are you doing this? Why are you sacrificing so much to
help a child you have never met?"

"Because he will hide it from the world forever! He will take
the cure with him to his grave! But what he does is wrong.
So I bring it instead. I bring it so he doesn't know." The
Gor'Tog was growing increasingly nervous by the minute,
fidgeting so much that he looked like he might jump out of
his skin at any moment.

"He?"

"The Keeper of the Library. He lives hidden in the Forest of
the Night. The library is old. Back to the days of the
Dragon Priests. Many secrets hidden in that library. Dragon
Priest secrets. Cure for the Elven girl hidden there too."
Naive that I was, I shook my head in disbelief. "The days of
the Dragon Priests are over. No one but the Elves and Dwarves
are alive now from that era. Are you saying that this Keeper
is a Dragon Priest?"

"Shhh! Not so loud! Old ways still alive. I know. I am
servant to the Keeper."

"You took this from the library?" I looked at the parchment
he had given me and briefly lamented that the book it must
have been taken from was now torn and incomplete. He nodded.

"Elven girl's sickness is not natural. Dragon Priests made
it. Dragon Priests can cure it."

His eyes darted about quickly as if he had heard some small
sound, but the quiet of the early evening had not been
disturbed by anything that I could hear. I thanked him for
the parchment, not really knowing how much of his tale I
should believe. He was gone from my sight in seconds, his
tall frame melding with the shadows.

In odd, undecipherable script, which appeared to be some
ancient form of Eth'ral'khh, was a simple list. My curiosity
now baited, I painstakingly took to the task of translating
the parchment as best I could, using what old texts I found in
the University library. The list, upon full translation,
contained a series of ingredients, a recipe of sorts.
However, there were no instructions on how to prepare or
administer them. Dismayed, I wondered if all my work had been
for naught.

During that time, while I was spending my nights in the
library, I had decided to acquaint myself with the Elven girl
during the day. On the first visit, I had entered her room
with great trepidation, feeling more like a tiny mouse in a
lion's den rather than a grown woman in the room of a mere
child. To say that her reaction surprised me would be an
understatement. The child leaped up from her chair and
embraced me, smiling and babbling what sounded like nonsense.
Each day, she continued to greet me in this way until it
dawned on me that her babbling was patterned and precise - in
fact, it was not babbling at all. It was a language! My
shock grew even greater when a language expert was brought to
her room and confirmed my growing suspicions. She was not
speaking any known Elven language, but some remote dialect of
S'kra. Perhaps this parchment did indeed hold an answer.

Things grew more complex everyday. News began leaking out
about the girl's odd situation and whereas before she had been
given up as an orphan, suddenly everyone began claiming her as
their own. The local Elves loudly insisted that she be
returned to her own people to be brought up in elven ways,
while the nearest S'kra communities claimed that if her
language and culture were already S'kra in origin, she should
rightly be adopted by a S'kra couple to be raised in the ways
with which she was already familiar. I tried to shield her
from the controversy, since arguments had been breaking out on
the streets and relations between the S'kra and Elves in the
town were quickly declining. She was doing well, and I wanted
nothing that would interfere with her progress.

I soon found that I began looking forward to our visits
together as much as she. The professors welcomed my interest
in her, especially when she seemed calmed by my presence. I
had taught myself a few simple words in her language, and that
endeared me to her all the more. I read to her stories about
the gods, of which she knew nothing, took her for walks in the
nearby forest lands, and rested with her on the grass in the
early evenings, gazing at the sky. She took particular
interest in the stars and constellations, which she referred
to as "jewels in the sky," and so I took to calling her
"Avtai", or "Star" in Gamgweth. She had started calling me
"Thal-yoo," the best way she could pronounce my name, and so
she seemed very pleased to now have a name of her own that I
could call her.

As we lay on the grass at night I told her how the gods had
arranged the stars in the sky so that mages might divine
meaning from them, so that even those who could not commune
with the gods directly could still read in their handiwork the
messages they meant to send us. She was fascinated by stories
of the gods, and so when I ran out of books about them, which
I had been sneaking out of the library, I told her folk tales,
traditional fables, and stories of my own creation instead.
No matter how much I told her, Avtai was never satisfied and
always wanted to know more. I filled her with proper love and
respect for the Immortal Thirteen and taught her to pray. I
found in those days a peace and contentment that before I had
never known.

But as the days passed, she grew weaker and paler, and began
locking herself in her room, sometimes refusing to go out with
me. Her strange fits of madness had abated for a while, but I
noticed that now they had returned, taking hold of her more
and more frequently. She appeared to be trying to fight it,
whatever it was which afflicted her, but it was clear that
she was losing the battle.

I had not seen the strange Gor'Tog since that unusual night,
and I feared that I might never see him again. As I watched
this innocent child suffer, I grew increasingly angry. The
answer to my questions, her cure, the key to her very life and
spirit, lay somewhere nearby, locked for eternity in a library
to which I, nor anyone else, had no access. A mere recipe it
was, and it all seemed so simple. A scrap of knowledge was
all I asked for, was all I dreamed about, all I prayed for. My
days and nights were filled with nothing else. But then
something did happen, as in answer to my prayers, but it was
not as I had expected.

A strange S'kra arrived one day at the University, with eyes
the color of fire and a cloak that shone like the sun. He was
not very tall, yet his presence filled every room he entered
making him seem like a giant. He raved and hissed in terrible
anger, his tail slapping the ground, yet his body stood stiff
and controlled, his eyes searching every face. I crept away
from the spot where I had been watching, unnoticed, and
retreated to my room, where I could still hear his voice, even
behind my closed door.

"It is here somewhere, I know it, and one of you has it. I
will not leave until it is found! The thief who stole it will
be reprimanded appropriately as soon as I have the parchment
in my hand to prove the deed." The professors protested
uselessly, denying all knowledge of such a parchment, but I
knew only too well why the Keeper had come - and what and who
he was looking for.

As his steps sounded on the stairs and his voice announced
that a search of every room would be necessary, I was already
hastily lighting a fire in the hearth in my room. My heart
pounding, I remembered the words of the Gor'Tog, saying that
his very life depended on that parchment. It seemed the
stakes had risen, for now two lives depended on it- one on its
preservation, and one on its destruction. There was one brief
moment before I fed the parchment to the fire, one moment
where time stopped as my mind reached out in need to the gods,
questioning - What Do I Do? And then I knew.

I wept freely flowing tears as the parchment curled and
blackened in the flames, something inside me curling up and
dying with every black wisp of smoke. But by the time my door
was thrown open and the Keeper burst in, all evidence of the
parchment's existence had been forever erased.

Avtai, the Elven child whom I had grown to care for so much,
disappeared that same day. I continue to believe that she ran
away, while the Keeper was searching the rooms, while
everyone's attention was diverted. I cling to the hope that
the Keeper brought no one else with him that day, no one who
could have seen a slender elven shape as it slipped out of the
University and into the forest. She is still alive I know,
for her death I would surely feel, and there is still time yet
to save her. All that was written on the parchment was not
lost, for I etched every word of it clearly in my mind and I
too will take it with me, will guard it and hold it, like the
Keeper.

Now I spend my days as I once did with Avtai, doing the things
that had filled me with such joy. I am a messenger of Eluned,
and of Lemicus and Drogor as well, and I will share my
knowledge and lore of the gods to the world, through stories
and hymns and prayers. Eluned spoke to me that dreadful day
that Avtai ran away, and taught me a valuable lesson.
Knowledge is a precious thing, a thing that must be shared,
honored and protected, but I know now that there are times
when it must be kept from us or when it must be destroyed as
well. Mere words on a stained and tattered parchment almost
cost the death of one innocent being, and may still save the
life of another. I will search for Avtai and the cure that
will save her, and every story I tell of the gods I will tell
in her name.

To Avtai, and to all my brother and sister Elotheans who have
heard and answered the call of the gods, I faithfully dedicate
this true tale,

Year 356, day 225 since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
The 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the
Crystal Snow Hare.
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