I was never always as you see me now. I used to be a mortal. Member of the High Council serving the Order of Klormira in my home of Lismar.I grew up on a small island in the Twin Seas. My parents, Krevlar and Amira Darkwind, gave birth to me soon after their marriage and trained me in the skills of missile weapons and weilding of a sword. My father was a great warrior and had fought in King Brolar's army as his second-in-command.

                     

After I became 7 of age, I was visited by the female mage clan of Zan Era and they accepted me into their order. Sensing my attunement to the Elemental Magics, they crafted my powers and soon I became their High Priestess. I also learned that shortly after I left to join the Zan Era, my parents had another child - my sister Ephiny. I wished her to join me in the order as well, but she went her own way and joined the Amazons. I never spoke to her once, but only heard stories from my parents.

                     

One day, a messenger sent from the Southern Jungles approached our order and told us of a Great Evil destroying the great city Kierth and all of it's neighboring villages. The Zan Era queen sent the fourteen covens of witches, including myself, to Kierth to help fight this evil. When I arrived and talked to some of the men, I had heard that my father enlisted to fight and the troops he had been assigned to lead already left to fight. As luck would have it, the same messenger also visited the Amazons.

                     

That night as I was walking back to my tent from talking with the commander, I cam across an oddly familiar young woman sitting by the fire. I sat beside her and began a conversation. She revealed that she had a sister in the same order as I and around my age. I had no other reaction but to hug her and tell her that I was her sister. We spent the rest of that night telling tales of each others' lives in the orders we chose. The next morning, we were told that the troops that had already been dispensed had vanquished the Evil and we could return to our homelands. The Zan Era and I traveled with my sister and the Amazons.

                     

Along the road, we were attacked by hooded riders. Even though melee attacks were not what I was taught to rely on by my sisterhood, I grabbed a sword from a slain rider and used what knowledge my father had given me to defend myself. After what was left of the men rode off, my sister and me were the only ones alive on the road. I journied back to the Zan Era camp only to find the dark riders had killed all of my sisters. I assume that the dark riders also destroyed the Amazon nation as well as all life on the small island. This decicraction of our island was later named The Dark Escape.

                     

That night I was walking around the camp trying to salvage what I could when I sensed someone watching me. I then saw a dark figure emerge from our temple wearing the same cloaks as the dark riders had. He approached me and spoke lowely and deeply. He told me that he had been watching me fight his riders earlier that day and would like me to ally with him and study as his apprentice. I declined and said that I must stay and try to rebuild my order. He quickly grabbed me and removed the hood from his face. His skin was a pale white;his hair was black as ebony and shoulder length. His eyes seemed to look into my soul. He tilted my head and bit into my neck. I grew weak very quickly still in his arms. He then carried me to my hut and layed me down where I then passed out.

                     

I finally awoke a few nights after, but to me seemed like an eternity. I sat up only to find he was still there watching over me. He told me that I was now his child, only able to walk the nights and gain my strength by drinking the blood from others. Slow footsteps lead him over to me where he then helped me from the bed. Standing behind me, he waved a hand over my back and it was then I noticed I had wings. He lead me out of my hut and into the night sky. Over the Twin Seas and into the Southern Jungles, to a land called Rhytham, where I then started a new past and a new future. I stayed with him in his lair learning how to survive among the many immortal creatures lurking about. Along with immortality, I kept my 25-year old looks.

                     

Now having the knowledge of the Elemental Magics and a taste of darkness in my blood, he felt I was ready to play my role as a goddess. He told me he was D'metreis Denada, God of Destruction and that he was what my order had been sent to destroy, but obviously failed. He gathered a meeting with High Council and they dubbed me Velasca Isis Darkwind Denada, Goddess of Pain. I have lived in its shadow ever since.

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