Marion Godae

Name: Marion Tesse Godae

Age: Fourteen

Height: Five-one

Weight: 119 lbs

Eyes: Dark brown

Hair: Dark brown, knee length

Occupation: Weaver, seamstress, healer, pupil

Place of Birth: Ostell, Holy City

Status: Fugitive, falsely accused, engaged to Cody Lynn



Mary lived a sheltered life from birth until the age of eleven, residing in the home of a small lower-middle class family. Her father was a shoemaker and despite his low standing, had clients from all walks of life. The local clergy in particular favored his craftsmanship. A tall priest with stirring green eyes came by often to have his footwear repaired. He tipped well and praised her father's work and Mary liked that very much.

Life was simple but filling for the little girl, like a hearty stew. The shoemaker was both mother and father to her, as her mother passed away during childbirth. He did not encourage magical practices in his house, however, for he feared the things he couldn't understand. It was a shame for Mary, who seemed to have a knack for it.

Her father died at his cobbler's bench one early morning. He was quite old to begin with, but being only eleven, the girl reacted strongly, suddenly without the only parent she knew. She ran from the house, ran to the center of the city, where Ostell's cathedral stood for centuries.

The green eyed priest found her, an utter mess of hair and tears under his favorite tree, out in the churchyard. It was customary for an Ostellian priest to take an apprentice, but never one outside of the monastery. Mekin broke the rule and took her in. He owed as much to her father. He didn't want to see her an orphan, forever.

They were like two peas in a pod. For three years, Mary and her teacher lived together, sharing the same bed, baring their souls to one another. But because of their drastic age difference and the pressure of his position, the priest grew restless, tormented by his urges, even if they were completely normal.

His fellows in the monastery disliked the girl, of course. The man and child's relationship was beyond scandalous, even if some of the priests had mistresses of their own. But throughout those three years, Mekin never made love to his student.

Good things never last forever, as Mary was well aware. Her master was on the road quite a lot, playing missionary to neighboring towns. He'd be gone for months on end, sometimes. She knew that. But one day, he never came back.

The clergy lost their most-loved brother the day Mekin died. The entire city fell into a state of mourning. The girl could not mourn with anyone but herself, though, as the accusing fingers of the priests all pointed at her. Fearing for her life, the fourteen year old fled from the death of a loved one, yet again.

She left her home and her security with little but the knowledge Mekin bestowed upon her.

(I'll write more, later!)