| Berig | Created on Wednesday, 12 October 2005 18:04 |
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The story of Pathos. I was born on a cold night in the Winter of Yuri 49. My mother was a Shaman and my father was a Druid. I spent the early years of my life in the busy city of Buya, learning from my parents. They taught me about the different paths I could take, and I eventually chose the path of a healer. They taught me how to unlock the power of my mind. They taught me how to learn new secrets and how I could use them to protect people. We traveled to many different lands and they taught me much about the history of the Kingdoms. Then one day, when I was still young, they were gone. I was lost. I was forced to fend for myself. It was time to go out on my own and learn who I really was. I packed some supplies and headed out into the Wilderness. I spent months wandering around, meditating, and helping the other travelers. One day I woke up under a shade tree and took a deep breath. "I can see why my father loved the Wilderness," I thought to myself. "I'm glad the Druids are here to protect it." My parents had told me that I would have yet another choice to make one day. Now I knew what they were talking about. I knew that it was time to learn more about the subpaths. I ventured back into the city and buried myself in the scrolls at the library. I read everything I could about the Druids. After I read the last words of the scroll, I thought "Hmm, this is a noble cause, but it does not sound like this is where I belong." I looked at the shelf and saw two other scrolls. I pulled down an ornate looking parchment about the Muses. I read it for a little while and quickly realized that I could never cut it as a performer. A wallflower like myself would never be able to act or write. I took the last scroll from the shelf. It was a dusty old tome called "The Wandering Monk." I remembered the stories my mother had told me about my grandfather. He was a Monk. She said he was strong, yet humble. He could easily strike down nearly anyone that he came across, but he chose to live a quiet discipline instead. As I unrolled the scroll, a part of me knew that I belonged in the Monk circle. I read every bit of it. With each word I felt more and more that I had a home. All these years I was confused, I thought I was destined to be a lone wanderer. Now that I had read this scroll I knew what I was born to be. Although many of the concepts were too difficult for me to completely understand at first, I began striving to learn the Eightfold path. Meanwhile, I was reaching my prime... I was gaining wealth and I was becoming stronger. It is easy to be seduced by the power and money, but I tried my best to humble myself. One day a Monk guide came across me in the Wilderness. She saw not only my potential, but my struggle as well. She also saw that I would never make it without guidance. She began teaching me soon after. After many months of trials, she finally felt that I was ready to join my brothers and sisters in the circle. I had never felt such a sense of belonging. I had nothing but good days after that, and I continued in my education. A few Yuris later, I once again felt the need to test myself. I said goodbye to my brothers and sisters, and I assured them that I would return when I found what I was looking for. I wandered away from the Kingdoms, not sure what I was after. After a long journey, I am pleased to say that I am back with a renewed vigor. I look forward to continuing down the never ending path of enlightenment and inner peace, and I hope that one day I can help others do the same. ~Kusala Pathos |
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