Sayren grew up a merchants son. One of three children, Sayren as the middle child. Not the oldest or youngest he suffered being the middle. Though for the first seven years of his life he had the glory of being the ‘youngest,’ but that all changed when his little sister came along. Sayren would often travel with his father though, all across northern Idalos, and if he was lucky, southern Idalos as well. In fact it was there he met some Sev’ryn, who he remembers fondly as fun people that can tell a good story. He even made a friend, and tried to learn their language Xanthea, the subject being a fun little distraction for kid Sayr.
Arc 709, Ymiden, Trial 3
It was Sayren’s 18th Arc that changed his life. That was the Arc where he met Andrea, the seamstress, the potter, the mystery. In the cold snowbound Viden, a place that his father visited maybe once a year to continue his connections with the locals, that the mysterious lady appeared seemingly out of nowhere. It was not love at first sight, but there was something about her, Andrea, that Sayren could not get out of his mind. Something about her seemed off, from the moment that he returned a button which had fallen in the snow. Andrea was a taller lady, with black hair and piercing green eyes that shimmered with knowledge, a knowing and yearning for more. That fire is what kept her warm in the cold city of Viden, or so Sayren presumed. Their first meeting was not spectacular, but then they ran into each other again. This time Sayren, trying to find his father and fearing to be lost in the city, ran into her, literally. It was after a couple more meetings like that, chance and out of the blue, which they really got talking.
The season Sayren and his father were there, Sayr and Andrea saw more and more of each other. One day Sayren even was invited to see Andrea’s place of business, her shop. It was a small place, and kind of odd too, but she made her living out of it. There was an assortment of all sorts of pots crafted from clay and garments sewn from different fabrics. She informed Sayren that she mostly sells her potter, but she does get the odd requests from time to time asking her to sew or create something unique. As a potter, she was average. Her work was passable enough to sell. As a seamstress is where she really shined, and Sayren noticed and told her that. The comment made her smile.
Multiple visits began to turn more and more frequent, Sayren even offering to introduce her to his father so she too could benefit from the lifelong connections forged here from a traveling merchant. Andrea, much to Sayr’s dismay, declined the thoughtful answer. At first Sayren didn’t know why, and the reason would only become apparent in time. Andrea was much more connected than she let on.
The more that they visited, the more they got to know each other, the more they went over details of each others lives. Sayren was hanging on every word, absorbing what she was telling him. For example, Andrea has a sister. When that was brought up Sayren couldnt help but blurt out that he had both a brother and a sister. They'd laugh, and talk, and drink tea, and talk about one Immortal in particular, the one whose realm Viden was, Yvithia the goddess of Intellect, Language, and Communication. Sayren had only heard what you would usually hear about Yvithia within Viden, and nothing more. She was not a subject of interest for him, but Andrea was fascinated and almost obsessed with the Immortal. She could go on at great lengths about language, and the meaning of the word 'Truth.' Andrea had a knack for dissecting words and sentences and she'd make one pause to carefully consider what they were going to say. It was something that Sayren really liked about the woman. Andrea was someone that Sayren found a mutual connection with, as both loved to delve deeper into the 'why' of things.
It was on one of Sayren's last days in Viden that he finally got to introduce Andrea to his father. The meeting was in high spirits and the man was so grateful of the woman for keeping Sayren out of trouble during their stay. It was then Sayren got the most unexpected invitation. Andrea asked if he wouldnt stay in Viden with her, just for a while longer. They still, after all, had a lot to talk about. Or so was the excuse the seamstress used. She reassured Sayren that he could return to his father whenever he so chose, it is just she enjoyed his company so much that she wanted him to stay just a bit longer.
'Just a bit longer,' turned into a season, and in that season their relationship grew and they finally had their first kiss. It was then that Andrea first asked the question, "Do you want to help me find the Truth of the World?" to which Sayren couldn't answer. He had no idea what she meant by 'the Truth of the World' and when asked about she had little idea as well. Or so she played, shrugging returning with a small quip, "Dont tell me you are scared of the Truth?" she tempted him. Sayren agreed to hunt the Truth of the World with Andrea, whatever that may be, because he isnt scared to face down facts. Facts are rational things after all, truths that can go undisputed.
That was the beginning of Sayrens journey down the rabbit hole. A whole new world was opened up to him, along with a whole new idea of 'Truth' that Andrea hadnt offered before. She begged the question, is Truth based on perception? Can Truth be bent based on the aspects of the mind, the perception of the perceive, or is Truth absolute identical to everyone? To explore the subjectivity of humans Andrea introduced Sayren to the concept of meditation, and how conscious thought and effort can distort how one feels. Together they worked on slowing the mind and being mindful of the thoughts that crossed into awareness. It was only when Sayren could reach a peaceful and clear state of mind did they delve even deeper into the mysteries of Truth.
This next aspect of Truth was awareness, and was introduced to Sayren by Defiance. The daily practice meditations were in preparation for passing the Defiance, which for Sayren it took him many, many tries to succeed. The first was the most disorienting, fascinating, and scary thing Sayr had experienced in his life. He did not know what to make of the initiation.
Now along with meditation, Defiment practice was added to the list of daily things to do in the morning. It seemed that Andrea enjoyed having Sayr around. She enjoyed helping to open the youths mind to the Truth that she yet did not fully understand.
After Defiance came an explanation from Andrea's point of view of what exactly he was experiencing, along with a crash course in ether, the energy that permeates the world through Fractures. She explained to him that ether could be channeled and shaped with will, and she left it at that for a while.
Seasons passed until Andrea thought Sayren ready to learn more about ether, and what better way than to show and tell. Seated across from Andrea at her table the young man was forced to promise not to run away once she showed him what she needed to show him. Promising, and interest piqued, Sayren watched as a spoon was slid towards him, pushed without anything pushing it. His initial reaction was to jump and try to get away, but he caught himself in his promise not to freak out. After taking a moment to calm his nerves he asked what he just saw. It was explained to him that it was a power of the ether, a fraction of the Truth of the World, that created the force.
The last and most exciting discipline passed onto Sayren was Ensorcellment: the ability to create conduits. It is a vital magic for the sorcerer community, and now that Sayren had a taste of what magic can do and some knowledge of its limitations, he could better appreciate Ensorcellment. After Ensorcellment, Andrea mentioned Amplification, but never quite had the time to really teach him the magic. Instead he got broad concepts of what Aimplification was, and potentially how it could be used if one had a conduit attuned to the magic.
Arc 713, Saun, Trial 38-Shattered Peace
The day seemed so peaceful, starting as most did greeting the sun with a happy smile and meditative stance, the couple sat in seclusion within the small storefront before opening hours. The counting of breaths commenced as it did through the years, the mind straying around fifty or so, hardened with the will not to let Andrea down. For Sayren quieting the mind was still difficult, but yet he happily struggled. Lines of concentration must have appeared on his face as he felt a hand touch his shoulder, and a wisp of air caress his neck as a gentle whisper chimed in his ear, “Don’t worry about that,” she’d say, her voice like a cool mountain steam drew the young mans attention, “Let it go,” she further advised him in the art of meditation, like she always had in the past years since they, together, sought after the Truth of the World, whatever that may be.
It was in the growing years accompanying the mage that Sayren realized that their Truths might be a bit different. Andrea was focused on unraveling the world in the light of Ether, and bringing an age of understanding to the era. Sayren still did not know what he wanted to do with the knowledge. His path was not as concrete as Andrea’s, nor was his mind or any of his abilities actually. “Do you remember which number you left off on?” Andrea would ask, pulling away slightly to move around her love and sit in front of him, legs crossed. Sayren would nod, and Andrea would say, “Good. Begin again, start there and count up. Anytime your mind wanders, think of the numbers and not the thought. Acknowledge the thought, but then let it go, dismiss it and refocus on your task: the numbers.”
Everything was easier said than done, and Andrea knew that, and Sayren was learning the hard way. Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four… The numbers went on and on and had no limit. The numbers, counting, was a way to distract the mind to think of nothing. A way of centering oneself and to prepare for any sort of spellcraft. The numbers lead to advancement, and mastering the mind was just as important as understanding the subtleties of power, of the magic and ether one would draw to wield.
Count. Count until you lose the world and enter into the bliss of your being, a centered state of thoughtlessness. Andrea bore the burden of counting with Sayren to ridiculously high numbers. The master here being far more adapt than Sayren could ever hope to be at this moment. The numbers entered the hundreds, two hundred, three hundred, four… That is until that look crossed Sayrens face. That wrinkleless, focused but thoughtless look, where the face would soften, released from the grip of intense concentration. A deep breath in. A deep breath out. A relaxed body and mind.
“Now,” the guiding words of Andrea interrupted again the practice, “we are going to move into the air,” this daily ritual was to keep the mind sharp and prepared, or so Sayren thought, “Reach out, Say,” she would instruct, “and feel the air around you,” she continued to guide the man. As Andrea instructed Sayren would reach in his own way, the wind danced upon his skin, prickling and teasing his sense of touch. The wizard in training wasn’t quite out of his body, not fully synchronized yet, and it would take some time for him to reach that state. A sliver of sun shone through the window, the first light hit Sayren and magnified the feeling of the air with the gentle warmth of the sun.
“Feel it and do not resist the wind, let it flow, passively observe it, and feel it.” Always the airs teasing of Sayren’s body would be the block that he’d have to get past. Awareness of his body and the space around it made it hard to really connect with the force truly, like how Andrea does it. His body was a distraction, as was the tickling pricking sensation.
“Don’t think about it,” Andrea instructed, “Relax into it like a warm bath,” she suggested her voice becoming quieter and quieter as she became more and more synchronized with the wind as well. Then the silence won, and Andrea offered no more instruction. Sayren was still struggling with the concept of the warm ether bath, but he tried, and as he relaxed into the tingling air around him the less his body resisted the elements and the more he was able to commune with the wind itself. The air around Andrea always seemed to flow and spin around her in beautiful and complex patterns. Sayren couldn’t make anything out of it, but that wasn’t the point of his observing. Andrea was beautiful inside and out and the wind proved it. Her soul was much more patient than his, and it was a wonder that she even felt him worthy of carrying on her legacy, that she felt him worthy of questing with her for the Truth of the World...
Andrea was shaking him, both hands on his shoulders calling his name. Her words were hurried as she stood up, “Sayren, you need to leave.” The words took a moment for the man to process, and by the time he was done staring at her stupidly, Andrea had already pulled a drawer from the small desk. The entire thing shooting out of its hobby hole and towards here where she caught it. Hand ruffled through and she pulled out an envelope to shove into Sayren’s hands. “I…” Sayren tried to get a word in but Andrea gave him a look and cut him off.
“This is an order,” she told him, “Get Elliot and go to Rands.” Her voice almost shouting now, “Tell him ‘The Well has run dry.’”
Elliot must have woken up from the commotion that Andrea was making as he walked into the room blurry eyed and yawning, not yet fully awake. Sayren had never seen her like this before and it confused and worried him. He thought about trying to stay to get answers, but it seemed his master had other plans. He had so many questions. What Well? What does Rand have to do with this? He was just another potter they knew… Why does she want him to leave, yet alone take Elliot with him? As Sayren was stumbling to his feet, letter clenched tight in his grasp, Andrea had grabbed Elliot and shoved him towards Sayren, “Get moving!” She yelled, her Sovereign magic moving the boy she shoved faster towards Sayren, who was forced to catch him like one would a ball. They both landed in a pile, “Out the back,” Andrea snapped.
That morning was especially cold, running through the snow, little prepared for what was going to happen next. That was the last morning Sayren saw Andrea. However, the letter was delivered, and the Well had run dry.
Arc 713, Saun, Trail 38, -Aftermath
After the letter was delivered and the code said Rand, the potter who liked his drink a bit too much, spent most of the day out and kept Sayren and Elliot locked inside. There was no time for questions. Only action, and it would be a couple days before the potter had procured the resources they needed to make their getaway. The first night Rand came with news of Andreas place being completely destroyed. The words used to invoke the image to Sayren were, “Have you ever seen two users of Sovereign fight? The sheer force devastated the property and even damaged the nearby area.” There wasn’t a beam left standing, nor were there bodies. There simply was destruction, pure and true. Andrea was missing along with the attackers.
Sayren wanted to go look for Andrea, but Rand would not allow that. They would stay there until the potter could put his preparations into action. Into the night they stow away like thieves. They traveled in the bitter cold, and eventually arrived to small port with a ship that took them to Rynmere. Rand explained that they were to go join the sect in Rynmere, and further the study of Ensorcellment. Andrea was working on a project to uncover the Truth of the World, but Rand knew very little about this; only that Andreas Truth was probably tied to Ensorcellment, the very foundation of the sorcerers power.
Arc 715- Andaris
Safely within the folds of the Seekers cell in Andaris, Sayren continued to study Ensorcellment most extensively aiming to get better and better at understanding the art as to further his missing masters Truth. He wants to work with better Well types, he wants to see what she saw! He still continues the now routine meditation sessions and Defier practices. Most importantly, he wants to find her if possible. Not a day goes by when he doesn’t think of her and the adventure she brought into his life. This, however, wasn’t quite how he thought it would be. He always pictured being together with Andrea forever…
With Elliot, the two scrape by. The boy still not completely accepting Andreas gone. He is sure that she will show up one day in Andaris, and that a reunion is possible. Because of that hope, as slim as it may be, a smile could be spread on Sayrens face. He too wanting to believe that Elliot is right. After all, Andrea knew what she was doing, right?