in the late morning. Their songs were mesmorizing and
tempted me to fall back into my slumber. Such beautiful
sounds reminds me of my childhood, where I grew up on
a simple farm. I remember waking up to sounds of metal
clashing. I would get up each morning and run to the
window to see what was happening today. My father
trained every morning with his great sword and I never
saw a bigger sword in all my years upon this
land. It's metal steel glistened in the sunlight and
seemed old and wise with age, like my father.
The battle
that had occured the previous day had reminded me of
the tragedy that was bestowed upon me and my family. I woke
to screams and loud noises and was locked in the cellar.
I finally broke free and ran to the window and
watched as our farm was raided by a band of ruthless
murderers, all glowing with magik. I watched as my father
slayed them one after the other, as he took down their
leader I could of sworn I saw something happen to him.
Something changed in his eyes, and his hair turned
pure white in mid battle. There seemed to be some blur
to his movements, as if he suddently possessed unnatural
speed and strength. He yelled in rage and starting sprinting
towards anyone that was near him. All I remember is him
cutting the heads off of mages as they tried to cast
magik and focus their energy on him. He was to fast for all
of them as they started to scatter. At one point I saw a
arrows hit him in the arm. In mid battle he ripped them out
as he charged for the last two mages. He swung low and
dismembered their limbs one by one as they screamed in
horror. Before the last mage died he threw up a jade
crystal that floated in the air and exploded.
Then he was attacked by both flanks
as ten mages appeared all around him. They started to
cast magik at him at him, paralyzing him. I remember his
arm was covered in blood. He was just standing there as if
he was about to lose conciousness.
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already dead among the scattered hay on top of the dead
horses. A couple dead mages lay around my mother as she
died with her sword in hand trying to protect my brother.
I can no longer see their faces even in my memories.
Before my father died, I could hear him talk to me
inside my head. These were his last words.
"Monika.. run... avenge your mother and your brother... you
must not die monika... there is something about your
destiny I need to tell you... the fate of the world...
depends on it... go.. now... and... I love you."
Frozen in fear I could not move. I then watched as my
father was engulfed in flames and burned in effigy. He
did not scream, he did not yell, he fell to the ground
and tucked his sword to his chest.
I then saw the mages prepare rituals which I know now
is an ancient seal to prevent a soul from being ressurected.
It is only a legend but I saw it with my very own eyes.
I was beyond fear. I was frozen. I could not think. I could
not move. I could not scream. I could not cry. I felt
a bite on my ankle as I looked down with my eyes as open
as they could be. My cat bit me hard on the ankle as I
started to bleed. I then saw my cat run out the front door
and start running after one of the mages. One of the mages
gasps at the sight of the cat as if it was some kind of
curse. I then remember my fathers words and ran to my bed,
grabbed my lucky dagger under my pillow and ran out the back
door. I ran and i ran and i ran.
I can only think now to myself that I have finally stopped
running. After all these years I would never run again.
I quickly discarded all the memories and quickly got dressed
into my clothes. I then casted a small spell on the bottom
drawer which there was a small explosion. Hopefully the
innkeeper didn't hear it. I have learned over the years how
to never be stolen from, for I had to steal to survive
growing up, so I knew all the tricks.
I sheathed my blade and strapped my shield to my back. I
looked in the mirror at myself, I saw that I am not who
I was anymore. I realized I did not know who I was anymore.
I then grabbed my pack and left the inn.
As I walked to the stables to grab my horse I had rented
fron the stablemaster. The city of Brittain was very much
awake. I could see the citizens living their lives and
doing their own thing. Everyone so unaware of the dangers
outside of the town. Everyone living in ignorance in such
a big city. After living your whole life detached from
civilization, and then living in a big city. You can see
who grew up in the city, and who grew up in the wild.
They were rare but they were there, and at times you
could notice each other for even a brief moment. But
never spoken a word, because of the survival instincts that
were engraved upon your soul. You learn in order to survive
you must be closed, and always be at a distance from people.
Because enemies are always inevitable and at every corner,
and can strike at any given moment.
I then passed by a warrior on the way to the graveyard whose
name was Neirro. He said to me, "What's it like to not be
good?"
To which I replied, "I could kill you" . Since this obviously
was a threat in the first place.
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was my very first real duel in my life. For I had just come
to the city of Brittain out of pure boredom with my life. Up
until now I had lived my life slaying monsters and honing
my skills and craft. The battle had begone and I was soon
getting beat down by his staff. I tried to block it but
could not, he was just to powerful. My weapon seemed to have
no affect on him whatsoever, and I was soon defeated.
After my defeat I could not beileve it. It hurt me deeply and
I accepted it. I knew then and there that I must be stronger.
I threw down my armor, my shield , and my weapon. I had to
seek out better equipment endowed with magik. I did have gold
saved up from killing monsters and looting treasure chests
in dungeons and caves. But I did not know the prices of
things but it did not matter to me.
I was then geared for combat and confident and learned from
my defeat. I came to the conclusion that a true battle can
never be won by mere strength alone, I learned that I needed
to outsmart my enemies in combat.
I then saw someone by the name of Jill who was quite
confident of herself. She paraded around with her dragon
pets and started to challenge me to a duel. There were
three dragons surrounding Jill as she started to brag and
gloat. I decided to attack her anyways and teach her a
lesson. I got her to the point of death, as her dragons
were hurling flames at me from their mouth. I could feel
the flames start to singe my hair, which really made me
mad! I chased her all around the graveyard, until she hid
herself in a room with her dragons.
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