A world that needed both.

You want to help others but all of the paths to being a Healer either require vows you refuse or sacrifices too great.

You were told that if you want to help others without being a Healer your best bet was to become strong and defend them, every path available to you involves destruction or might of arms. What good is defending someone if when you leave their bodies are still broken or their homes are still destroyed?

It's the last year before you begin your Life Path everyone else is long ago decided what they would do and have been preparing for it.

Defiantly refusing to settle for either path, searching for something more it's all that consumes you.

Everyday when your responsibilities and your learning are done, you go searching through the archives searching for something.

Joining the service of a god without followers here seems to be your only choice, you would not have any of the prerequisites to gain power beyond the basics that come with making the pact, unless you journeyed far, but it feels more important to you to find the right answer.

Father begged you to pick a path by now he would have preferred you followed in his footsteps, rather than from when he had aventured far instead from when he settled down and became a blacksmith.

Mother, before she died, having seen your gentle soul tried to direct you away from your chosen desire. She had seen the death that Healers deal with, both in her own adventuring time where she had met your father and when she had settled down to run the local hospital. She had also seen the hardships your father and his brothers went through.

Stubbornness runs on both sides of the family and apparently you got a double helping of it.

Because you desired to be like both your parents in the stories they used to tell you as a child you wanted to be able to heal and help like your mother and you wanted to be able to defend and protect like your father.

There were no paths that will let you do both you had been told.

The only one to take you seriously was your only surviving uncle, when you are doubt ran high you would go and talk to him at the farm he maintained on the outskirts, having also retired like your father and mother he sadly made it out less unscathed but through determination still managed to run the farm with one hand.

He's the one that set you on this desperate dig through the archives, ' kid I don't know if what you're looking for is out there but I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't tell you to at least give your all to try before you give up if it is out there the only place you'd find it here is in the archives in the deepest sections full of all the gods that have abandoned this place after the wars. '

So that's what you were doing digging through the archives and you'd found plenty of Forgotten gods that you could still make it packed with but still followers in Faraway lands if you needed to make the journey to grow in Power.

But none of them could give you what you're looking for they were great gods of healing or God that had aspects of healing and there are gods of fighting in defense but none of the ones you found and none of you aspects of them would give you what you're looking for.

You almost gave up and took the advice of your one friend here, 'just pick up the warhammers of your family and learn mundane unpowered medicine on the side.'

When time truly ran out if you found nothing that's what you would do but you would stubbornly spend every moment until the last, looking.

That attribute was one of the few blessings your family had no sacred bloodline or blessings, the war songs and stories that included your family called it willpower everyone who had to deal with you all in day to day life called it thick-headed stubbornness.

And it paid off on the last day when the halls of the archives will be closed off to you as a student and you'd have to pay for entry like everyone else, that's when you found it.

In a corner you swore you had searched before, between books you know you've read cover to cover of before, there was a book covered in ash and dust.