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Corik’s green eyes scanned the horizon. The sun was just now rising, its bright light glinting off his polished armor and the other children he was with. One of the first things every Child of the Light learned was the importance of taking care of their uniform. It taught discipline and it showed others that as well. There was little to see. Corik squinted against the brightness of the sun. There were admittedly drawbacks to wearing such polished armor. It made it more difficult for them to see and they were like a beacon to anyone that might be looking in their direction. Corik saw only emptiness in the quiet of the new mornings. He felt sharp and awake despite the earliness of the hour. Even though he was not normally out riding in the field at this time he had developed a routine which included rising early for his training. When he had heard of the missing patrol, he had not hesitated to join in the search party. Patrols were rarely late. Things were expected to run smoothly and with punctuality and so they did. Reoccurring issues were not tolerated. The soldiers adjusted or they didn’t last. It was as simple as that. So when the patrol was not only late but had failed to return at all it was a bright waiving warning flag, an alarm bell ringing that something was not right. Something had happened to them. They had been along the western front. Bandits were rarely ever an issue close to the home of the Children of the Light. It was possible to encounter them when traveling but highly unlikely in this case. Everyone knew the foreign invaders were to the West. The Children were divided on how to deal with them. Some believed that they had to be attacked head on. Their use Aes Sedai was confirmation of their service to the dark one. Others thought it was best to leave them alone as long as they stayed where they were and did not encroach on the domain of the Children. Still others pleaded for caution, reluctantly admitting that the army of the Seanchan was superior to their own. It was a difficult thing to hear and so many rejected it outright. He saw the scout returning back to the group quickly. Corik urged his horse towards the front of the group. The others closed in around close as well to hear what the scout would say when he arrived. As a second squadman Corik was the leader technically. He had not had to assert that position yet though and so for the time being things moved more fluidly. The scout slowed his horse as he arrived. He pointed towards a ridge to the west. “I have found their trail. It appears they went off the normal route and up towards that ridge at a steady pace. There does not appear to be any indication that they approached slowly or cautiously. Corik kept his face blank as he listened. Of course he wanted to grimace or curse or admonish the full hardy patrol for rushing in without taking caution. It would do no good here though. They had done what they had felt was best at the time given the information they had available. “Lead on,” Corik said. “We will follow their trail. Despite the natural urge to close with urgency on their last location we will proceed at a more cautious pace.” He looked around at the small group of men and women around him. Conceal your armor and tie down anything that makes noise as you ride. We must be as silent as possible. -
Corik sat outside on a bench in the courtyard. The newly risen sun shown down on him from behind, casting his shadow out in front of himself. A gentle breeze stirred his red hair. He did not notice, his focus was on the book he held, unopened, in his hand. Most mornings were spent in training. To know the sword had been something he had always thirsted for. It motivated him and his dedication had been rewarded. He was far from a blademaster but he knew how to fight. He was no easy opponent and he would only get better. The philosophy of the Children of the Light was something that some spent more time on than others. In Corik’s eyes it was simple. Aes Sedai, dragonsworn, bandits, thieves, and those that opposed the children were all darkfriends. It was his job to find them and deal with them. It was unavoidable. The light could not live in harmony with the darkness. One or the other would prevail and the other would fail. While his superiors did not necessarily disagree they desired Corik to have a deeper knowledge of the Children. It was because of this that he held a book in his hands instead of his sword. Lothair Mantelar, he had known the name of their founder but little about his life. He opened the book and began reading about a time before the children when the world was torn with war and an order of priests emerged known as The Light.