[Tacelyn Armagil]

Early Brightening. The Thirteenth of Junctior in the Season of Autumn, Era XIV Post Fractum.


Tacelyn watched the sun rise and chase darkness from the sky. Today the sun was not a hateful creature, but a benevolent being, shedding light on her circumstances, and bringing warmth to a chill morning.

Strength crept back into her system much more slowly than it had in previous episodes of her illness. Tacelyn wondered whether her condition was worsening, or perhaps if the Sunn Monks had done something to cause the change.

Surely they would not have harmed her intentionally.. would they?
But no. They didn’t understand how her illness worked. Some of the younger less experienced monks seemed to fear her, or at least fear her disease. Always they had a pleasant smile and a nod for her, if she passed them by, but she could feel their unease at her presence.

It was, perhaps, unfortunate for them, but she would have to remain for some time yet.

She had come to Zinn’Sunn to track down the doctor.. a doctor who’s name she did not even know. A trail, which had had nearly, six patterns to grow cold. All this in her own quest to understand her illness, and the troubles that plagued her family.

But then she remembered what the Monk had told her when she’d first awoken in the Monastery.

‘You have been sick, but your fever seems to have lessoned.. I would like to attest this blessing to my own skill, but I speculate the resilience of your spirit is the true culprit.’


It was true, certainly, that her body had fought off the illness largely on its own.. but the people who had brought her to the Monastery had done so with a good reason. These men were healers.. not the magic kind, but the kind who strove to understand disease and treat it accordingly.

These were people, perhaps, who could help her to battle her own illness.

It struck on a fairly predictable basis.. but what if there were actually a medicine to curtail it? Was she to chase the fantasy of locating the crooked doctor and forcing him to fix her somehow?

Or did it not make more sense to learn what she could from the monks?

She decided that the best course of action was to find someone who would teach her the basics.. a place to start. At least then, when she caught up with the doctor, she might have a clearer idea of what she needed, and he wouldn’t be able to pull the wool over her eyes so easily.

"Serale, and pardon me, " she said, to a monk who had been busying himself sweeping the steps with a large bristled broom, "Is there someone in the Monastery who would be able to teach me a little bit about the art of healing?"