The ring flew from his mother’s outstretched hand directly to Evindyl’s finger … and the room exploded.
The ring’s beauty, in itself, stunned with its simplicity. Significant, weighty, platinum, with waves of blue running through it, impossibly seeming like metal & alloy at the same time. The more he stared, the more the blue of its glow crept into his eyes.
Everything was in motion, everything except the bodies of his parents. Their daggers though … their daggers came alive. The ancient elven weapons zipped and soared throughout the room. Throats were cut, lungs were stabbed, hands were pinned: the cultists stood no chance really. The ring and the rage consumed Evin, until there was no more anger, and no more magic, and the daggers settled at his feet, and all fell silent.
His prayers answered, he knelt, he wept, and he praised Yuelral for the grace she sent to him. Then he rose and walked to where his parents lay, their bodies lifeless yet stately. Now he would serve their gods; now he would fight evil; now he would protect others from the shame of abused magic.
Ten (10) years passed. Ten years of time, temple, and telekinetics. Ten grueling, powerful, enlightening years growing and gathering power and knowledge. His pride grew too: he did not fully understand his bond to the ring, not the way its power seemed to ebb and surge, but they belonged together. The ring reminded him of Yuelral’s grace, and the responsibility of his power.
He heard the call shortly after his 23rd birthday. He spoke to the elders of the temple, and they let him know that it was time: time for him to venture forth in honour of Yuelral. The Inheritor clearly watched over him: in the moments his father needed strength, after his mother had been brutally cut down but before Yuelral answered Evin’s prayers, his father pushed on. The gleam of the divine kept the disgusting cultists at bay until Evindyl’s power grabbed them, shook them, and ripped them apart. It was time to show his respects. In service to Yuelral, he would show the Inheritor honour as well; gratitude for his heritage and acceptance from both.
Evin’s own plan factored into his journey as well. He wanted to grow his magics, he wanted to restore his ring. Enough might and enough divinity to return to Iadara and then destroy the shame of Kyonin: he would end the Tumor of Tanglebriar, he would destroy Treerazer, he would remove the demons entirely.
