Sitting at the edge of his bed, allowing his feet to hang from the ledge, the rug tickling his bare feet, a kind and soft sensation that he enjoys, Elyan smiles as time passes by sun pouring in through the window bathing him in the light of his god, Lathandier the Morning Lord as his mind wanders into his past.

I remember that day clearly. I was born an orphan in Sembia, left at the doorsteps of a Lathandrite temple, I'd like to believe that they took me in out of the kindness of their hearts...but perhaps it was due to the rose shaped birthmark that I bear upon my person

He touches two fingers over said birthmark that resides right behind his left ear.

I was raised into the ways of the Morning Lord, an honest and truthful path, I was to be a priest by the hopes of my elders...but, fate chose otherwise. At the age of 15, is when I found both my chosen path... and my first love. It all began when I met a Templar of the Morning Lord, a knight of the Order of the Aster. I saw his ways, saw him train, saw him pray..and I begged him to take me as his apprentice...much to the surprise of the priests...Maybe they were a bit disappointed, but Father Rosenwell was proud for me, and that's all that mattered, for he was like a father to me in many ways.

Several months into my training, I learned much from my mentor, but I did not achieve that level of dedication and strength that can shape a paladin, not at that time....until I met her. She was a ray of sunshine, so sweet..so kind...so happy. Her golden hair radiating as if it were a mirror of the Morning Lord's Light. her green eyes calm and smooth like morning dew upon the grass in the fields. It all started when we bumped into each other in the Market as I was out on an errand for my mentor....

We took an instant liking to each other, I adored her purity, her untainted beauty of mind body and soul...For me, she was like a small piece of heaven and we courted for years to come. I was happy, she was happy...but my incompetency could not protect her....

The undead took her...It happened so soon...so fast....I made my way to the Oak Tree outside of town, the place where we always met to bathe in each other's affection...but what I saw..horrified me and brought tears to my eyes...She was there..but she was not herself....Her dress was torn and shredded, her skin was pale, her hair tangled....tears fell from my eyes as I saw what she had become....an unholy creature...somehow, the undead had tainted her...and my heart wept openly for her suffering...for the suffering I endured to see her in such a state....She attacked me..claw after claw tore at my tunic screaming in her painful rage..but I felt inside a calling...to relieve my love of her pain, even if it meant that I would bear the guilt upon my shoulders forever and I struck.

I drew my sword in a quick motion, slashing down with all my might..praying for Lathander's guidance, to end her suffering... even if I had to bear it for her....even if I had to endure the pain of destroying the one I love for all of eternity..and that was the first time I felt the powers of a paladin flow through my body, Lathander's divine light flowing through my body in a rosy haze as my blade slashed through the monster my love has become.

Since then I have made a vow.....As long as I am still able to breathe....I will not let evil triumph ever again.

A small tear runs down his cheek as he remembers his love "Alisia, I miss you."

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