HDE Past Lives, Life Changes

During the Last days of the war I remember what to this day drives me to seek vengeance for my people

My Parents had been killed in the first few days of the war, I don’t remember them much, maybe i was to young, I was raised by my older sister, Calinda she was a powerful Sorceress or so I tell myself,

The attack came so swiftly they overran our sentries and were in the village within minutes, the screams woke us, My sister pushed me into the cellar to hide while she prepared herself,

not wanting to hide like a scared child i armed myself with a small knife and creeped up the stairs, what i saw I will remember till the day i die, my sister surronded by ghouls and skeletons, a swift fire nova made them back off, and a few frost bolts finished them off. Her courage in the face off the odds brought tears to my face.

the next few minutes bought different kinds of tears to my face

a horrible and terrifying presence was felt and through the door walked what i know know to be a felhound then all i knew was it pounced at my sister and it seemed to drain her of all her arcane energies, leaving her vunerable to its tearing claws she attempted to block it with her staff but i guess she wasn’t strong enough.

through tears filled with anger and grief i watched her fall to the ground her lifeless eyes showed that at least her death was a quick one.

at that point my vision went red with anger, i charged the demon knife in hand.

~ by kalisynth on April 5, 2007.