Short after noon did six leave, who carried the Three and One in their hearts. Across the land they walked with their mission, Wieldan was to be cleansed of his curse. And so did the six walk cross The Pass. There they cut through the monstrous mists, and there did they proceed. The six arrived at the Lake of Mists, where they did commence the ritual. Wieldan weakened, for he had been deprived of The Three and One. Wieldan walked forth across the stream, to the site of the Risen. There did he kneel to the Risen, wreathed in humility, coveted by the Mist, where he asked for prayers.
"Pray, brother." Said the priest, as he raised his blade upon Wieldan, and so did the holy waters drip upon his crown. "Here, hath the Risen rose, and here hath you submerge. Out you will come, a new man, a whole man, a man destined to death." And so Wieldan did submerge. And after, did he rise. So did the mists whip and gather round, and spoke the voice of The Three and One:
"Child of the Three, they hear you.. The Risen, penance.. The Dead... With them, Unbroken, cull the weakness from his body...", and as they spake, so did Wieldan kneel supplicant. "He must bleed out the corruption...", spoke out the Mists. And so did the priest raise his blade over Sid, once more wetting his crown and shoulders with holy waters. The priest did bring down the blade upon his shoulders, where the impurities did leave, where he would be born anew. Poked upon his brow with the sword, Wieldan was marked. "So save us the Three.", spoke the priest.
And so did the six rise in prayer, where they did utter praise unto the Three and One. But business was not done. Out of the Mists, a voice spoke. "To be saved, he must bleed!", and there did they come. There did the mists whirl in fury about Wieldan, there did they bleed him of the impurity. Wieldan lay in the waters, pure. Wieldan rose, and joyously was it shouted, "Ye, Wieldan hath RISEN!". He stood upon his own will, and there did one of the six kneel, a woman. For man to live, he must be offered life, so did this woman. The mists whipped about her, and gave life once more to Wieldan. There, was his skin youthful, his eyes pure.
There, Wieldan was renewed. A new man, a whole man, a man destined for death.