Cysor- Those of the Centaur

Cysor the Swift, as he calls himself, is the last of the Centaur Broadswords. In his time they were a great force for the light, even as young Centaurs they were taking the battle back to the demons in the Great War and forging their names in history. But after the Great War a strange apathy came upon them. Their kind, always ready for righteous battle, were assailed by a boredom they had never known before. Some of Cysor's kind were all too eager to take up another cause without properly considering their actions, and so their downfall began. It was late autumn when the skies of his forest home darkened with the early onset of the shadow months. Members of the Stallion Council were in dispute over a seemingly unimportant matter. A stranger had come into their midst, a Human by the name of Roderick Greywind. The suspicions of the Elders had been prickled because while Roderick was preset, the small folk would not come to them, and as all know, the Centaurs are friends of the Fae. Their brash youths, and Cysor himself included, thought the fae were simply afraid because of Roderick's strangeness to them. Roderick was preaching of a "New Way", he claimed the old faith, the gods of the light, were no longer the only power. He claimed his new faith, which he called The Church of the Bright Star, was in fact an alternative and more valid faith to use in these modern days. The Centaurs could not see his trickery until it was too late. The stranger had charisma and charm, but it was not to long before many of the young Centaurs rebelled against the old ways, seeing it as a kind of Crusade, something to keep the ever-growing boredom at bay. Yet, the stranger Roderick was no Human at all, he was a messenger of the demons. He had afflicted them with a malaise, a charm to sap the will of the Centaurs so that a demonic agent could come and take their eyes from the true light, and turn them to heresy. Finally, Cysor began to see the truth, for he came upon Roderick when he expected to be alone and he found him in his true form. Cysor shouted the alarm, but it was too late. Their ways had turned to darkness and the corruption of such innocent souls had given great power to the Dark Ones. A doorway opened to the rift, and the demons had come though. When Cysor ran out into the forest camp, screaming the alarm beneath the moon, his horror was complete. His kin lay slain all around him, the demons running free, sucking at their veins, slashing at their lifeless bodies for the sheet joy. Knowing he could not win this battle, rife with shame, Cysor fled into the darkness. After many years in the forests, he found himself upon the Emerald Forest, residing there until he made his way slowly into the cities. Several years have passed and Cysor has heard that the resourceful Elves managed to close the rift gate. He has since turned from both the Light, and the Darkness, and can no longer acknowledge either, for Nature is he only true form, and that is what he now strives to protect. He seeks to become a Druid, but his fall still stains his soul, putting these words down for the future as a warning. "Beware the false prophet, the demonic ways are the ways of trickery."