Hacitho

Overview
Names/NickNames: Healer, The Doctor, Hacio

Power over: Health, Memories, Medicine.

Friendly Deities: Wildaven, Akwal, Zelphair

Hostile Deities: Netharna, Wintivial,

Minor Entities under Hacitho: Hai, child of Hacitho, minor being of medicine.

Characteristics of Hacians: Encourage new ideas, enjoy literature, strong sense of culture.

Brief History
This is a brief history of Hacitho put into words by a priest

Hacitho is the deity, being spirit, or "god" of Health and Medicine. He heals the sick. He saves the weary. He has bestowed upon us the gift of medicine. But, now let us delve into a bit of history. During a time of Zeolix's Reign, of creeds endlessly battling, there was a man named Haci. He lived in a land of rigid blizzards, of harsh colds. People were ravaged by plague. Day by day, night by night, another would catch the plague, and die by it. Until one night, when the moon shone bright, a strange man entered the village. He walked straight into the home of one who was sick, and treated him. After 30 minutes, the patient was cured, and the strange man left. The next night, the same happened, but not without the peeping eye of Haci. Haci observed how he cured, the patient, watching him night after night. Haci soon learned the man's secrets, and on the 23rd night the man had come only to find the whole village healed. And yet, half of them were sick the other day. Hacitho confessed to healing them and stealing his secrets. Surprisingly, the man smiled, and laughed. "Finally," he said, "I have a student."

After years of studying with the man, Haci's healing abilities surpassed even the man himself. Haci set off, going to lands, healing the sick. One day however, he was about to enter Templehelm, to heal its inhabitants, only to find himself struck by an arrow. Haci refused to heal himself, saying that he just wished he could enter our lands...

After dying, the deities above raised him into spirit hood, claiming he was worthy of immortality, for saving so many others. They added "tho" to the end of his name, symbolizing his reaching of spirit hood. With Haci, or Hacitho's new reign, he helped heal each-other through potions and medicine.

Today, it is still unknown who the strange man was. Ancient Scriptures give no sign of who he(/she) is, merely noting he smelled of a plant that didnt grow in Haci's hometown.

Friends, you see that Hacitho truly has a magnificent story. He has come to help us, to cure us, but we must help him. Come brothers and sisters, for every offering we give, for every prayer we pray, Hacitho gets a little bit stronger... So praise Hacitho, praise his name...

Encounters of Hacitho
Blood. Such a horrible word, and yet, it's all I've ever known... For 10 long years, I've been fighting in this war. Seen good men die, and even better men suffer. I don't'except to live, don't'know if I even want to. All I know is whats going on right in front of me... My opponent appeared to be a mere peasant. I cleaved my weapon, below his thigh, striking for the weak point in his armor. As my weapon sliced through the air, a sudden pain erupted throughout my body. I fell to the ground, writhing in pain... my last glimpse was of my left arm, detached, and rolling on the ground I hear faint snippets of converse as I drifted in and out of consciousness. "He's not going to ... ... left arm say good... ... good man" "Yes", I thought to myself "I'm a good man...."

I suddenly woke up with a jolt, feeling as if I was rabbit spotting a carrot for the first time. As I looked around, I found myself in a clean, dim, and small room. I spotted some potions, beds, and my sword. Suddenly, All of the previous events came flooded back into me. I almost instantly looked at my left arm only to find it .. fine? My head zoomed up as I heard the ever so comforting and yet creepy noise, of a door creaking open. In came a man, about the height of a the average man. His body was of a man, no older than 25 winters, and yet, his eyes were of someone who has seen far to much. As I opened my mouth to ask where I was, and who he was, I suddenly decided to keep quiet. "I know you have many questions, but first, let's go to a more... private place." The man then preceded to snap his fingers, and walk. And for some, crazy, stupid reason, I followed.

Isnt a question just a form of an answer?

As we approached a hill-top, we paused. This was how it went. We walked. We rested. Never uttering a word. Hows its been fore the past week. Walk Rest. Walk and Rest. Soon we would stand up and keep on wal-

Suddenly, the strange man uttered "We are safe to talk here."

Stumbling for words, I managed to break out "But... What... You just... Uh. Talked..."

"Yes I talked. You do know how to right?"

Coming to my senses I replied "Yes, I just have so many questions to ask you-"

"And I have so many answers. So spit out your first query."

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

"That is two. I cannot answer both at the same time."

"Ok. Who are you, then?"

"I am the spirit and being of medicine. Medicine and health." "Y-you're a god?"

"Yes, and your a human. Should I gasp now?"

"N-no."

Suddenly, a rustle came from a bush.

"Quick hide child. We shall talk more later."

I couldn't move, it was almost like I was paralyzed. Frozen like ice.

"Now!" Hacitho snapped

I exploded into movement, sprinting for the nearest undergrowth. I dove into the bush, and ran, ran so far...

I stopped my gallop as I approached a stream, large enough for a deer to quench its thirst. I sat by it, and splashed it over my body, for is it not water that cleanses the skin and the spirit. And I had met the deity of Medicine. Or so I thought. That's what he said at least, that what I thought he said. But maybe he hadn't. Perhaps I had imagined it. I mean, it was quite unlikely, and I've never hears]d of a god of health, neither medicine for that matter. Yes, I thought to myself, it was imaginary. I stood up, surveying my surroundings. I appeared to be in a plain, surrounded by flowers, grass, and a few trees. As I searched for any indicator of home, I heard a cough behind me. Whipping around, to find myself facing the strange man once again. "What are you searching for." "oh, uh nothing. Dont worry about me. I just uh, you see sir- "Hicatho."

"What?"

"Hicatho. It's my name. And an explanation is not needed. I'd rather waste my time answering your question than listen to you pitifully trying to answer my questions. And yet, I do not have any time to even waste. So here, take this book. It will explain all."

So I took the book, and began reading. When I looked up, Hicatho was gone.