I don't know who my parents were. Well, that's actually an odd thing to say, because there have been two men in my life as good as any fathers should be. Father Tobyn raised me from the day he found me on his doorstep until the day he died, and Father Zantus has been there for me as long as I've known him as well. So what I should say is that I don't know who my birth parents were.
It's a hard life to grow up different than everyone you know, and that's what it's like for an orphan, even when they have a good home. I did have family and friends, though. I got along with most of the kids my age, but Nualia was like a sister to me. We both grew up in the church of course, and studied a lot under Father Tobyn who thought we would both follow in his footsteps, but that wasn't to be.
I had it easier than Nualia. I'm not going to lie, I'm good looking, but she was slightly older than me, and beyond beautiful. She never really knew how to handle the awe with which people regarded her. I was actually lucky she was around because no one paid any attention to me while in her shadow, so I was a pretty normal kid... I guess. While everyone was talking about how just being near her could cure your illnesses, I was just the other kid living at the church.
I'm ashamed to say, given what I now know, that I noticed Nualia was going a bit odd before the end. She really couldn't handle the pressures that were placed on her. If Father Tobyn was shocked at what happened between her and that idiot Delek, I was not. I tried to be a comfort to her, but she had started hearing rumors that people thought I had turned out so well just because I was living near her, so I was a bit of a constant reminder of what she considered her "curse."
I was away when the church burned. By the time I knew what had happened, it was too late but to watch it burn to the ground, and morn the loss of my family with everyone else.
I have worked with Father Zantus closely in the rebuilding of the Cathedral, but my path was not in the Clergy. I've been studying with any Sorcerer that will teach me, mostly madame Mvashti. I don't know if she'd agree, but I think I have a knack for it.
Sometime after the Late Unpleasantness, Ameiko returned from her adventuring. I had known her before she left, but not very well. But I must admit, when she came back, i was smitten. I had contemplated going adventuring myself to deal with my own grief, and might have gone with her had it occurred to me, but I felt my time and effort was better spent on the Cathedral. However, I was in awe of her on her return. She had had adventures and seemed much more mature. I've spent many an evening listening to her stories in the Rusty Dragon, trying to learn as much as I can about her. If she ever goes adventuring again, I won't be left behind.
When the Goblin's attacked at the Swallowtail Festival, I was actually singled out. There was a goblin that seemed to be in charge... he was bigger than the others anyway. To me it seemed like he was looking for me in particular, but no one else seemed to notice. I think I would have fought him off well enough, but by the time I was ready to do anything, The sheriff had shown up, along with Ameiko and that other guy... Sandru (I don't like him much), and suddenly there were no more goblins around. I felt like a bit of an idiot for not doing more, and I was sure Ameiko thought I was useless.
Later when I found out that Nualia had still been alive, and had been behind it... I had to relive the grief of losing her all over again... and come to terms with the fact that she wanted to kill me! It's been a rough time since then. I've been reexamining my whole life. I think I need a change. I've started considering leaving Sandpoint for a time. It will always be my home, but right now there are too many bad memories.
