Loc Muinne

This world is fragile. People die, kingdoms fall, love fades. Everything one has one day can be gone the next, swept away like dust in the wind. The people of this harsh reality leaving fleeting lives, going day by day looking to a future that might not even exist. Only one thing can be counted on. Only one thing is eternal. That is death. Inevitable, inescapable, and final.

The destroyed town was a testament to this. Its singed stone walls, blood-stained streets, and ash filled air all spoke to the uncertainess of life. One day this village was alive and well, people ran through its streets like blood in veins and it breathed like any other thing. Now, the blood still ran through the streets but in a more literal fashion. Its breath was taken, replaced with an empty, smoldering husk.

Sera was cold. Despite the fires that burned amongst the corpses, her skin was frost and her blood was frozen. Her skin, while naturally fair, was washed of color. The blood that normally reddened her cheeks had left, in what she assumed was an attempt to balance out the blood that had been spilled all around her. She walked through the carnage, hours after the fact, her face blank. She had eventually stopped looking for survivors, as each grizzley discovery disheartened her further. She wandered aimlessly in silence, her soot-stained dress blowing in the wind. She could hear the screams in the silence and could feel the magic seeping into the ground. The young girl gently stepped around the destruction, a ghost among ghosts.

It was only when Kiera found her that she first felt the warmth. The heat of the fires, the sting of her cuts, the burning tears streaming down her cheeks and the flaming rage deep inside her. All it took was a glimmer of hope for the flame to return to her. Her eyes grew sharp, her face grew color, and her heart grew courage. The two knew without speaking that they desired the same thing, and that they would stop at nothing to get it.

Sera stood back as Kiera knelt before the small lake. She watched silently as the woman performed her oath to vengence. The ritual was a powerful one, but Sera did not participate. At least outwardly.

In her mind Sera made the same pact. She vowed to use every part of her being, just as Kiera did, to gain her revenge. Sera's method's would be different than Kiera's, but they would be to the same end. Those responsible will pay, tenfold.

Sera took note of the dark path she had set herself down, and cared not. She realized she would have to do things she had never dreamed of doing, but that didn't matter to her. Killing did not matter to her. Those who dared take her family away from her, and any who aid them presently or in the future will die. That was a fact.

Sera looked to her new partner, an older sister who was once a teacher was now her equal. They were sisters before, and now they are much more. What seems like the last of their people, the burden of revenge falls on them. And Sera accepts it willingly.

“We will go to Vergen, Sera,” Kiera called to her. “I hear there is a woman of rare descent there and that she might be the key to our reckoning. What say you, sister?”

Though Sera knew not who she spoke of, she was eager to meet such a person. "Lead the way."