A/N: Short one-shot about Kalista, reflecting on her existence as a specter. A little something to tied my readers over, until I can update other stories. Also, leave a review if you want this to be turned into a story. I may have a plan for it, but probably won't get around to making it until done with at least one of my other stories. Hope you enjoy!
Some see her as a fable that has been retold throughout the years. Some see her as a children's fairy tale monster, made to scare children into behaving. Some see her as a myth, brought to life by the sailors at night. But she? She didn't know what she saw herself as. All she saw was Vengeance, and so that's what she believed she was.
She, no...they are the physical incarnation of Vengeance. Three spears, three souls, one body. They exist to punish those who have escaped Vengeance, for one can never truly evade its unholy grasp. But who are they, truly? They forgot a long time ago. All they know now is Vengeance.
But once there was one. Before there was the specter, there was Kalista. She was forgotten by history a long ago, but they remember her at least. She remembers herself, or what remains of herself: her name. She must remember, lest she forget in her all-consuming vengeance.
The specter started with her, so they took her name and her look. They wore her face, the face that struck fear in betrayers. For one could never forget the Spear of Vengeance, and so Kalista lived on through the specter's existence.
But what about them, the others. Who are they? Who were they? She was forgotten by history, but they were forgotten by existence. At times they wanted to remember. But they couldn't. All they knew was vengeance. Kalista knew that they all had been betrayed when they were mortal. The spears in them told her that much. And as they would never be avenged, they would be the hand of Vengeance, punishing all who tried to escape their punishment.
So she walks. They walk as one. United by a common goal. She is Vengeance. They are Vengeance.