Welcome to Gaia! ::

The boy sighed softly as he was taken to the same elder that had allowed him in. He sat down in front of the old man. "Hey Gramps..." he muttered quietly; the man only sighed, but smiled through his thick white beard and mustache. "Grandson... It's good to see you. But what are you doing back here? Didn't you go to learn at that mythic school?" The boy only huffed. "I-I don't like it there. Everyone hates me. And I'm not learning anything new." he said, not looking to the old man who sighed heavily. "You may be my grandson, but... But you do know where your place is here, now that you have returned..." the elder said, looking at the boy who simply bowed his head. "Can we just get it over with?"

The elder slowly stood, the boy following suit. The man led the boy down to the basement where a cage resided and inside was just pitch black. Two guards followed by a team of priests took the boy into the cage and chained the boy's arms to his sides, helping him sit down on the floor, putting a shackle around his neck, which was attached by a thick chain to the ceiling. Once the other ravens left the cage and it was locked shut, large runes glowed a menacing purple. Soon the boy began to cry out in pain as everyone began to leave the room.

Outside, lights flickered on. Something ravens had been rumored to possess. Lights that worked outside that were unaffected by rain or snow, or anything. Soon there were bright signs glowing, streetlights, and even businesses were now lit, the new light engulfing darkness and weak little fire lights alike.

The boy just say in his prison, crying from the pain he was in, but he didn't move to fight or break free. This is all I'm good for... I-I'm just a monster anyways.... This way... I... I'm not completely useless...

The boy continued to sit in his cell, letting the pain just come, wave after wave. But he kind of felt better, knowing his cursed blood was being used for such a good cause. Up above in in the town, all the ravens seemed so glad to have the lights on. But all of them flocked to the market, buying flowers, charms, and other good luck items, and things to ward off pain. And all the ravens in the town brought them to a little shrine in the middle of the town square. As they left their offerings, they prayed and thanked their little bringer of light.

The lights lasted into the night until the moon had reached halfway from midnight until dawn. A loud bell began to sound and people started to head home with their sleepy children. And as they prepared for bed, lights started being turned off, candle light replacing it. As the number of lights on dwindled, the pain eased away. Once they were all out, the boy laid down on the floor, exhausted. He could hear the cage unlock and he could feel the guards or the priests pick him up and take him to a bed. A great bed that comforted his aching body. It didn't take him long to fall asleep, all the little presents presented to the shrine taken to the boy as homage for his suffering to provide for others.

The guards posted by the door glanced at it, hearing a knock on the other side. One turned and looked through a slat in the door, glaring down at the healer. "What are you doing out? Didn't you hear the curfew bell? Return to your home." the guard said harshly. Rules were rules, no exceptions. Especially with the little raven they were guarding.

The guard glanced to the other, muttering before opening to the door. The other guard bowed politely to the healer and led him to the old man, the elder of the village. The elder looked up to see his visitor, looking at papers by candle light since the curfew bell had been rung. "And what can I do for our esteemed healer at such a late hour?"

The elder sighed and stroked his beard before looking to the man again. "You of all ravens should know the customs behind this. After all, you possess a bloodline ancient enough to rival my own. I do not force my grandson to do this. He does this of his own free will. And under those circumstances, he is to bear the pain. He is allowed to rest from curfew bell until evening bell." the old man said, looking back to his papers. "True this is not easy for me to bear. My heart is old and frail, and it breaks to see him in pain. But he just wants to help us. If you try to aid him, or numb his pain, there will be consequences. You should know them. Any raven should." the elder said, glancing to the pretend raven. After all, the punishment of aiding the light bringer when they did not ask was death.