[He was given his Gifts for a purpose. Ever since his teenage years, he has been plagued with dreams of his death. He will be all that stands between Valdemar and an army of Mages that work Blood Magic. One of them - Master Dark - will even entice Vanyel to join him.
He knows that particular Mage is the dark to his light and he knows that he can't allow Master Dark into Valdemar. The damage he could do might very well spell the end of the Valdemar he knows and loves. That's why Vanyel calls down the Final Strike. By doing so, he extinguishes his life along with Master Dark's and the majority of his army.
They won't even find a piece of him left behind.
Not that Vanyel knows all of that, but he is being prepared for it by destiny or whatever you want to call it. The Havens will give him a choice even in his death. To make up for the pain of his life, he will be given the opportunity to spend eternity with the one he loves as they guard Valdemar's borders - as spirits - together. Any Mage who steps beneath those trees with ill intentions are driven mad.
Thus he is, even in form, becoming something...beyond human. Deep magic is working within him, changing him so that he resembles an Adept Tayledras Mage.
But even an Adept needs comfort. He is stiff at the embrace, his heart hammering wildly, but then he breaks. Kind touches are a rarity for him - there is simply no time for them - so he trembles under the gentle touch like a frightened bird.]
It wasn't your doing. I wasn't alone, though I felt like it at the time. Yfandes came for me - even in the fire - and Stefen...he calmed my rage. I was so tired...
They took me into hiding. The Kyree accepted us...accepted me. Their Healer saw to me... [His brow furrows.] Kyrees are like...wolves. But much bigger. They are the size of horses and...intelligent. Some of them possess magic and are considered Mages and Healers.
Yet their numbers are not what they used to be. For them to hide me and protect me...
[He shakes his head.] They are like you. I do not know how to repay any of you.
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He knows that particular Mage is the dark to his light and he knows that he can't allow Master Dark into Valdemar. The damage he could do might very well spell the end of the Valdemar he knows and loves. That's why Vanyel calls down the Final Strike. By doing so, he extinguishes his life along with Master Dark's and the majority of his army.
They won't even find a piece of him left behind.
Not that Vanyel knows all of that, but he is being prepared for it by destiny or whatever you want to call it. The Havens will give him a choice even in his death. To make up for the pain of his life, he will be given the opportunity to spend eternity with the one he loves as they guard Valdemar's borders - as spirits - together. Any Mage who steps beneath those trees with ill intentions are driven mad.
Thus he is, even in form, becoming something...beyond human. Deep magic is working within him, changing him so that he resembles an Adept Tayledras Mage.
But even an Adept needs comfort. He is stiff at the embrace, his heart hammering wildly, but then he breaks. Kind touches are a rarity for him - there is simply no time for them - so he trembles under the gentle touch like a frightened bird.]
It wasn't your doing. I wasn't alone, though I felt like it at the time. Yfandes came for me - even in the fire - and Stefen...he calmed my rage. I was so tired...
They took me into hiding. The Kyree accepted us...accepted me. Their Healer saw to me... [His brow furrows.] Kyrees are like...wolves. But much bigger. They are the size of horses and...intelligent. Some of them possess magic and are considered Mages and Healers.
Yet their numbers are not what they used to be. For them to hide me and protect me...
[He shakes his head.] They are like you. I do not know how to repay any of you.