Vaajltirqa Vul Soren was as any human would describe a fair maiden but overlooked by many, and rejected by all who believed she was not worthy of existence in our world, but were we ever so wrong in our ,many could say she was scared for her life or that she was but a damsel in distress awaiting her paladin to fix all that was wrong, or that she was just a wondering lifeless we all know that she was chosen and placed here for a reason.-Accounts Unknown
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Ashes drifted across my cheek, my hair was gray from the ashes that littered the lifeless corpses that were once my people, once the mightiest warriors that ever lived were crushed by an unknown source of dark beings, even I knew what this meant-if we can't stop them then no one can.
I could hear the cries of women and wails of children as they were plucked from their hiding spots to be taken and the men were to have their throats torn by their swords and daggers.I dare not move out in the streets for fear of detection, not in the streets, too open, I will not face the same I must move, I must survive.
So I ran through the streets of fighting men and those that were dead, I ran so fast when I stopped to check my cover that I felt my heart pounding my ribs. I looked around crazily and across the street I saw my father; dual wielding two star-steel swords, the very weapons we crafted for my older brother's sixteenth name swung with madness and hatred, I have never seen my father respond to violence in this way, it was frightful to even think he knew how to kill.
He took on a dozen of these dark creatures at once, countering every strike they drove on him, in return he gave them a brutal slash, one on the shoulder; another from it's ear, another charged with it's hatchet of crude iron in an arch, my father quickly blocked the creature blade, sparks flew, in a quick succession another spun on him and slashed his calf.
My face twisted in anguish, I ran towards him shouting," Father!"
He looked to me,his eyes pleaded for me to turn tail and hide, to run away from these monsters," Vaajl," he whispered," No." But I was too late, too slow, as a huge dark brute picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, I bucked and bite him over and over," FATHER!"
I reached out to him, arm outstretched, my father returned it with sorrow piercing his eyes, his clear white iris was surrounded with grief, his bloodshot eyes, my eyes staring back.
