Gilean

The History of Gilean

Written on 379 AC, third day of the third month

I am Gilean Majere, son of Markos and Crysta Majere, of the kingdom of Astobar. Astobar is on the isle of Malthos, just south of the isle of Mithas, on the planet Krynn near the continent of Ansalon. It is a small isle, so it goes relatively unnoticed on most maps.

Magic has always run strongly in my family line, however, it has not always went welcome. My father disdained his magical blood, claiming that magic was for the weak willed, and those not willing to put in a decent day's work. (This may also have been because there is a natural disdain for magii in my realm, as we are claimed to be the cause of the Cataclysm). Since he did not see fit to train as a mage, he went to work in the king's stables, where he slowly grew more frustrated, and filled with anger. He married my mother, Crysta Majere, in the year 356, and my brother Xenon Majere was born shortly after, in 357. I followed soon after, and was born in 360, during the Feast of the Eye, a day with strong magical influence.

As my brother and I grew, we learned about our magical abilities. Xenon sought help from the King's mage, Kal'Thor. Xenon did not wish to become a mage, but he did want to learn how to harness and control his power, for he had seen the same thing I saw. My father could not control the power that naturally filled his veins..and he slowly became filled with more rage and anger. Xenon did not want to follow that path, and so sought help. I followed soon after. However, unlike Xenon, I did wish to become a mage.

In the fifth month of 377, Xenon entered the dream. I listened jealously from my bed below his, and yearned to follow him into it. However, I could not for the life of me enter the state in which he was, so I listened jealously to his adventures every night. Then, in the eighth month of that same year, my brother Xenon mysteriously died.

After my brother's death, my own father became more violent, and angrier still. At the slightest infraction, his answer would be a hickory stick across the back of your knees, or a smack upside the head to get your attention. He began taking his anger out on my mother and I, and our lives fell into despair.

Then, one night, while studying, he lit into me. I ended up on the snowy ground outside, half unconscious, with a broken leg. I staggered towards the shelter of the barn, and lying there, half awake, half asleep, I entered the self-same trance that my brother Xenon used to enter. That was the first time I entered the dream.

Much has happened after that...suffice to say that my father is no longer with us...it's just my mother Crysta, and I in the house. I trained under Kal'Thor, and have followed the path of magic for my whole life. I tested at the Tower of High Sorcery in Palanthas, and have donned the red robes of neutrality, following the goddess, and red moon Lunitari in all that I say and do.