[center][h2][color=black][b]Mourningstar[/b][/color][/h2]
[@Gardevoiran][@CriticalHit][@King Cosmos][/center]

Mourningstar opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by monsters. It was only after a few deep seconds that she was able to stop panicking and remember where she was. Who she was. Mourningstar, a Wisp who was given a second chance by the Demon Lord. These were her... allies. Yeah, that's probably the best term. These were her allies who were following her. For how long? Who knows, but they were her allies regardless. She floated over them and out of the hole, her stomach grumbling slightly as she realized how hungry she was. The Wisp corpse from yesterday was gone, no surprise there. Must mean they are edible. Should've eaten it while she had the chance. [color=cyan]"Oh god what am I doing?"[/color] A much lighter voice escaped her lips as she began to shiver in fear. [color=cyan]"I'm completely alone in a new world, a baby monster, and the first thing I do is declare myself leader of a whole group of monsters strong enough to kill me. What the fuck is wrong with you Ami?"[/color] She muttered to herself as she began to pace back and forth, worrying over how today was going to go. [color=cyan]"Alright, no backing out now. You've gotten yourself into this hole, only thing left to do is keep digging. Either you find gold or you made a nice grave. Oh god oh god oh god..."[/color]

She wasn't cut out for this type of position, the goblin probably could lead better than she could. Maybe she should just give up the position to someone else? Apologize for her behavior and fall into line. [color=black][b]No.[/b][/color] She didn't get her second chance at life just to live it like her original life. She was Mourningstar now. A lowly Wisp for now, but she would claw her way up the ranks. She would become a mighty general for the Demon Lord. She would be something dramatic and cool, like an Archdemon or something. Yeah, she wasn't going to be the pathetic hollow shell she was. [color=cyan]"Alright Ami. You got this. Fake it until you make it right? Keep the ball rolling, they may not like you for now but they probably respect you a little. You saved one of their lives after all. You're trustworthy, build on that."[/color]

With her self pep-talk done she began working on her skill again. Form a sword out of magic. Focus. Imagine the blade, it's sharp edge, it's weight, the length. Now make it reality. If she ever felt low on mana she would look around for a magic crystal and use it, but otherwise she poured all of her focus into the sword. She worked on that until everyone else woke up, Digbie woke up about an hour after she did but everyone else was still asleep. Digbie got right back to digging, weird little thing. Maybe he sensed something, who knows. She made sure to do a quick [b]Magic Analysis[/b] on him while he was digging just to see what he was up to, but right after that she got right back to her skill. Be the sword. Her magic is the sword. The sword is in you, now you just have to bring it out.