He sees himself shortly after his parents death, alone and seeking shelter amongst the towns people. They see his face and they call him a monster. They throw rocks at him and chase him from the town. He heads to the only place he feels he will be safe, the lake his family used to go to. The place is as peaceful as he remembers. A storm approaches and he seeks shelter in a cave. At first, he thinks the cave is empty then he sees a faint glow of light up ahead. He feels along the cavern walls as he moves on towards the light. His breath is taken away at the sight of the chamber. A small room but a room more elegant then any he has seen before. He finds a feeble old man lying in a room adjacent to the chamber. He looks to be about a thousand years old but the boy keeps the remark to himself. "Actually I am 356 years old lad. Come forward where I can see you." He hesitates then moves forward. The old man extends a shaking hand. I am Boisil the Dark Warlock. Forgive me for not rising to greet you lad but I have not the strength anymore and alas my time is about up in this world."

The boy extends his hand and smiles. "I am Kemoc 'tis a pleasure to meet thee Sire. "

"Why do you hide your face lad?"

"I was badly burnt by a dragon and my face is charred sire. The boy lowers his head in shame."

"Come closer boy and let me see this burn. "

Boisil removes the boys hood and places his hands upon the boy's face. A sudden wind picks up and the torches are extinguished. A second later the torches ignite and the room is again filled with light. "Go to the mirror boy and see if this is what you wish."

Kemoc walks to the mirror and sees no hint of the hideous scars he once had. The boy falls to his knees and begins to weep at the old mans kindness towards him. "How may I serve you lord Boisil".

"I have no children and I wish to pass on my knowledge before I die. Will you let me pass this on to you so that my work will not be for nothing? All I ask is that before you die you pass it on to another so that the chain will not be broken, for once the chain is broken the knowledge will be forever gone. Most of my knowledge is in my journals. 300 Years of my work all logged and at your disposal. All at your finger tips any time you need them. Journals filled with everything I have ever found of importance as well as my thoughts on everything you can think of. You name it and its in there, Magick, swordsmanship, love, hate, recipes of the dishes passed on to me from over 12 generations, stories of love and hate, how to heal, how to be one with nature, and even how to understand and communicate with the beasts of the world. "

"Sire I am not sure if I am the right person for your knowledge. I do not wish to fail you."

The old man smiles to him. "I saw your eyes when you saw your burns were gone. The joy and the need to know how I had done it. You are the right person young Komec. Come my time is short indeed and I must give you the touch now or the power will die with me." He places his hands on Kemoc's head.

" When you awaken from your slumber you will have the touch of the 12 before you but it will be up to you to learn how to use and control it."

When he wakes several years have passed and he is now a young adult. He feels no different then he did before he slept. Boisil is gone but he still feels as if he is there with him in the room. He spends weeks cleaning things up. The sleeping room is in dire need of it. The outside of the cave is not hidden enough for him so he spends countless hours planting both trees and plants alike to hide the entrance to his new world. No one could find it now even if they knew what they were looking for.

Late one eve as he cleans the last of the rooms he hears the sounds of splashing water from the lake. He heads down to see the silohette of a young woman bathing in the moonlight. He heads back to the cave realizing he is invading her privacy.

The next morning he wakes and heads out to the lake. He sits just looking out over the lake when he hears the trees rustle behind him. She approaches with wood and drops it to the ground a few feet from him. She smiles to him."You must be the guy who was out here last night?"

"Yeah sorry I didn't know you were bathing, I left as soon as I realized it."

She blushes a little, "Its ok, I know there was no harm intended."

She sits down next to him and starts to build a fire. "This is such a beautiful place. I have never felt more relaxed in my life"

He smiles. "Yeah it’s the only place I care to be."

"Is it ok if I stay around here for awhile?"

"Yes, as long as you don't waste of the land or the lake"

He wonders where those words came from but he understands the meaning behind them.

She smiles to him, "Why do you wear that silly hood? I can't see your eyes?"

"Sorry sometimes I forget I don't have to hide my face anymore."

She sits up and removes his hood. "There that’s better. I am Lillian what's your name?"

"Call me Kemoc"

A few days grows into a few months. They spend almost all their time together and they begin to fall in love. She tells him how she is on the run from her father. He is Anwyl the Dark Lord and King of Arcalla. She wishes to be no part of his life and denounced him in front of his friends at a feast. To punish her he sent her from Arcalla until he feels she has learned her lesson.

"When I see him again I am going to ask him if I can stay here with you." He leans forward and kisses her.

"Good cause I have something I want to ask you? I was wondering if you would consider being my wife?"

She giggles with tears in her eyes. "I was hoping you would ask me someday? I was beginning to think I was the only one with love in my heart?"

"He kisses her again and they make love in the moonlight on the shore of the Lake."

A month later they are sitting at the lake when Lillian tells him that she is pregnant. They are so happy and plan to leave for Arcalla to ask Anwyl to marry them.

Just then the sky darkens as if the sun has disappeared; Lightening begins to flash all around them. Dark clouds roll in and then a voice thunders. "Its time to come home Lillian."

She smiles to Kemoc and takes his hand. "Father I wish to stay here. I am engaged to marry Kemoc and I am having his child. I wish to never leave him for I love him with all my heart."

Thunder crashes so loud they have to put their hands to their ears to help deafen the sound. A figure comes from the woods as if he is floating towards them. The figure is engulfed in white light.

"You WHAT? You are in love with this peasant? You let a him ruin you with his seed? How dare you? You have shamed our family name and ruined your destiny. I despise you!"

Anwyl throws a ball of energy at her and it engulfs her. The energy ball raises and slowly heads towards the lake. "If you like it here so much then you can stay here forever."

The energy ball is submerged in the lake. Komec runs to the water and dives in screaming her name as he does. "LILLIAN!!!" He dives in and sees the energy ball filling with water. He tries to grab her but he can't touch her. The water goes into the ball but nothing else can get in or out of the energy ball.

He tries frantically repeatedly to reach her. He swims to the surface and looks to Anwyl wrapped in the white light. "Why are you doing this?"

"You did this and I will never let you forget that!"

Komec runs at Anwyl swearing he will kill him when he gets his hands on him. Anwyl looks to him,"You are the one I am looking for the heir of Boisil. I can feel your power through your anger. This is no challenge for me now. We will meet again when you have mastered your craft. I want it to be fair when I end all Boisil stood for. "

Anwyl tosses a ball of light at him that throws him 150 feet and knocks him unconscious.

When Kemoc wakes up, he sees Lillian dead on the shore. He cries most of the day before he buries her and swears he will find Anwyl and avenge the loss of Lillian and their unborn child.

He spends all of his time buried in the journals of Boisil learning as much as he can about everything. He finds that his loves are for Magick and ceremonies. He decides that in memory of Lillian he will spend his life trying to help those that are in love. To perform ceremonies binding their love as one. He also helps to counsel those who have forgotten the love they share. He casts his first spell of importance. He condenses all the journals into one book. Quite a feat considering the immense magnitude of the works of Boisil. Kemoc quit counting after he read his 900th journal. All the information in a book no bigger then the average spell book itself.

He awakens to the sunlight for the first time in weeks. He smiles to himself a little as he reaches into his brown bag of belongings. He moves his book of Journals and pulls out a crude map he found in Boisils Chambers. He looks to the cities and towns he has added to the ones Boisil originally had there. He looks to the name of the next place he is headed. He circles it and looks to the sun; " perhaps the sun is an omen of the good things to come in this place called Absalom?"

He puts the map away and starts humming a song he has never heard before as he walks on towards Absalom.

Three months later he had made a home in Absalom as well as the near bye land of Ameris. He was a member of the TD, Tremayne Dynasty following the instructions of King Alto.

Last updated January 9, 2005

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