Nyarleth was a proud priest once. As son of the Wavereader he worked as her assistant in rites and ceremonies. But he needed more, he knew that their god, the almighty Tidelord, was gone for so long… so long that he never had the opportunity to feel his imponent presence since he was born. So one day he sneaked silently into the sacred shrine of the Tidal Marjal and then he dove into its forbidden waters seeking for real answers. He went deeper and deeper. He reached the Spiral Keep by his own pure will power, refusing to drown until he knew the truth. Everyone pressumed him dead after seven weeks missing. But then he came back from the waters. Thalassa ran to hug her son but something was wrong with him. Since that day his little body has never stopped twitching and shaking, his eyes were lost in the most deep void and he would never speak again, whenever he opened his mouth instead of words he only could pronounce low growls and nonsense gibberish.
Thalassa and Trit did their best to take care of their beloved son, but little did they know the dark secret he hid in his tortured mind.
One day, Kuttner, the leader of the Cult of the Faetful End, was in his “office”, humming out of tune some of the epic symphonies that always inspired his piffling schedules when all of a sudden a purplish mist erupt from the middle of the room, from which a liquid multicolor shadow started to take the shape of a fae dragon. The newly formed Nyarleth took a step towards Kuttner who ran to hide behind Garnet. Then the melting fae said only three words with a deep corrupted voice: “I… SAW… HIM…”