It's funny how people can do such bad things in good places. Funny, and a little sad. Stealing a sacred idol from the temple of the vengeful rain god, for example. People were taught from a young age that so much as thinking bad thoughts in a god's temple was enough for them to exact their rage upon you. Depending on what particular god you angered, though, your soul may not even be able to find peace. Many would think that the rain god's idol would be well-guarded, but the statistics of it being stolen was minimal. However, young Raeburn represented the small chance. Rae wasn't a bad person, really. He just wasn't afraid to make sacrifices. For someone so young, Rae was more scheming then most gave him credit for. Currently, he had on a black hooded cloak that concealed his face. His arms were wrapped in bandages, to protect them. The bandages protected him from sandstorms and sharp branches alike.
The boy had come a long way to get to this temple- across the desert of his homeland. He wanted something with a burning passion. In his homeland, when someone really wanted something, they would seek out a jinn, a wishing spirit that lived in a lamp. They were much less dangerous than the actual gods... Unfortunately, Rae had been unable to locate any lamps, so he was forced to look for a god or goddess icon. Nobody really knew what Rae wanted. Nobody really understood. Who, in their right mind, would break into a temple and steal an idol? God idols were indefinitely valuable. Whoever had the idol in their possession could control the god it represented, according to old legends. This particular god took the form of young man, and had the power to stir the very winds to create storms.
Currently, the teenager stood in front of the pedestal where the idol stood proudly. It appeared to be a very white solid gold, and was in the shape of a winged jaguar. The jaguar looked just like the freshly sacrificed jaguar that lay a few feet in front of the pedestal. The nearest town was about a mile away. This temple wasn't in a town, with only the priests living there. Currently, they were out. The temple was rather well-kept, and a little dark. The walls were elaborately painted with jaguars and storms, and murals. The jaguar was said to have slashed this particular god on the chest, which freed the clouds. Trembling, Rae reached out to grab the idol. It was said only those with good souls could take an idol from its resting place. The wicked would be killed. Taking deep breaths, Rae eventually summoned his courage and quickly snatched the idol, breathing in relief. Immediately, it became darker. Rae soon realized that the sun was now blanketed by angry storm clouds.
"Hey! What are you doing, young man?" Rae panicked, and quickly used his magic to let a cloud of fog loose. It turned him into a cloud and took him to the nearest town, New Eurydice. It was a port town and had many old buildings. The people all had storm shelters under their houses.
Raeburn was very superstitious, and this showed as he carried the idol close to his body. He was afraid one of the priests would appear out of nowhere, because they could use white magic. But nobody came. As he calmed down, he checked to make sure his dagger was in its place around his waist. Hesitantly, Raeburn held the idol in front of him. The boy slipped off his hood, revealing violet eyes and long, silky black hair pulled onto a neat side ponytail. His skin was lightly tanned, the color of fresh honey. Raeburn stood at five foot seven, but since he was only fifteen he assumed he was to get taller. The boy then bellowed in his smooth voice, "God of storms, I beckon you to my side at once!" Rae was petrified of what was to come.