Babbette
As I try to piece together the story of my past I find even I am confused by it. I suppose it's best to begin in the beginning. I, originally, come from a land far away. My father and mother are both gone, having their
lives taken by my own dread sister, Lucia. Lucia, too, has left this world but I know not if it was death or by her dark will. Ever since we were children Lucia would dabble in the magical arts while I would be practicing my battle tactics. I was the only match for her in battle ever. I don't know if it was the proximity to her, I always had, but I seemed resistant to her magic.
As we grew up it was a constant battle for attention between the two of us. I can't say that I wasn't without
some darkness myself. Where I hail from there really isn't any light and dark; more varying shades of grey. My mother was a good person. She raised us to respect and honor each other. My father taught me well in
the tactics of battle. All together we had a pretty good family until the day we turned 19. I came home from training with the fighter guildmaster. I had just mastered the art of fencing and was eager to tell my father. When I got home, what lay before me was a horrific scene.
My mother and father lay dead at my sister's feet. The blood was everwhere, she seemed to be collecting it in bowls, too. She looked up at me and I saw that she was a changed person. Her eyes were once a beautiful blue, but now they were pitch black. I just stood there mouth agape, unable to react to the situation. Then suddenly a man or creature, I can't really remember which, jumped out of the corner he was hiding in and attacked me. I didnt have time to react. He stabbed me in the stomache with his dagger and then sunk his teeth into my neck. I remember him holding me there, and then my sister came with a bowl and gathered some of my blood into it. She told me it was time to join our parents. Then I finally snapped out of it, with what little strength I had I shifted my weight and threw the creature holding me off balance and swiftly grabbed my kryss and beheaded him. I ran from the house, my sister flinging her spells at me. I made it into the woods and blacked out. When I awoke it was night and I was hungry. My wound was gone!
I stumbled about till I found some berries. I tried to eat them but they made me sick. Just then a lumberjack happened by. He asked me if I was alright and extended his hand to me. I grabbed a hold of him and pulled him to the ground where i took out my dagger and slit his wrists and drank his blood. My sister had made me a monster. I can't forgive myself for what I have done to that poor man. Over time I have learned to control my hunger and honed my skills as a warrior. I became a general of the army of Vesper, and set out to confront my sister who has been terrorizing the land since that day. We met on the battle ground, face to face for the first time since that day. With an evil grin she asked me how I liked my new life. I told her I would see her in hell. And then she began chanting and a white nimbus surrrounded the both of us. She said it was time to take the rest of the power our mother had imbued into me. Other than seering pain that is all I can remember.
I awoke here, very far away from my homeland. I don't know what became of her and my land, or if they even exist any more. I am so weak. I can hardly remember how to even hold a weapon. Thanks to the people of the QSA I can relearn how to live again and perhaps someday even discover what had become of my land and my sister. My only hope is that she perished and will never return.
