I can tell you my story, it's not a happy one, but I'll still tell it to you. My name is Kami Vinnipeg, I was often called by the second name, as all are until they reach age, however my mother called me Peggy, as did others, But they're all dead now. They've been dead for a while. I'm 17, pretty young to be alone but it's whatever. I still haven't left since they've died several months ago. I've gotten quite skinny and my face must look pretty bad after living in this burnt town for this long, but i wouldn't know all the mirrors have been destroyed. I would look in water to see my face, but the water down here is too murky, it's not like you get sunlight underground. My only real light is the light of broken spirit looms. It is by that light that I am writing this. I should stop talking about myself. I should talk about the incident, the massacre, the genocide of my race. It was a Saturday I was reading the little Pegasus to my younger sister Illia. That's when i heard the screams. "It's Sisera and her army of Necromancers!" I don't know much about Sisera except that she's a horrible person. She kills anyone who gets in the way of what she wants. Men, women, children, and helpless babies. Mom and Dad were out, going to the market to buy stuff for dinner. I remember telling Illia to hide under the bed until i said she could come out. Didn't figure it would be the last time I saw her. If i had i would have said something better. But no, i went outside to see what was happening, what was going on. The village was on fire, it spread quickly, the flames of hatred. I saw Sisera but only for a moment. Her skin was black as night and her hair was the color of a lilac. Something which upsets me much as my sister Illia is name after the Loss word for Lilac. I ran to my neighbor's Mrs. Wabi's house. "Mrs. Wabi, what's going on?" I cried out as I saw her in her chair. She looked up to me, Her aged eyes met with mine. "Vinnipeg. The necromancer's are attacking. Sisera is still angered at us because of Mayor Misei refusing to tell our secrets. Many of us will die today. Today. Today will be my last day. We are outnumbered. We stand no chance. But you Winnipeg You are strong. You are young. When i look into your eyes I see promise" she said softly. I cried the way she talked, would it really be our last day? Will i ever see anyone again? I thought to myself. "Vinnipeg. In my basement are my spirit Looms. I want you to have them if your parent's don't survive. But don't look for them until you know it's safe." She said as she handed me a key. "Take anything else from my house that you need unless it's burnt. Now go" She said. I nodded and ran through her door, I realised our house was burning, I coughed as I ran inside. "Illia! Illia!" I screamed but to no avail. I yelled for her one more time before I fell. The floor had collapsed beneath me. I must have hit my head because I passed out, but i survived i was low enough to where the smoke couldn't get to me. My back had burns and my hair was slightly singed but i was alive. I remember looking around. Ash all ash. I found Illia. Well her body atleast. The smoke had killed her. I picked her up as tears ran down my face. I was the big sister and I didn't save her. She must hate me... I gave her the best burial i could and went inside. I was alone. I am alone. I am the last Soul Weaver.
_Authors notes_
Hello there. Been a long time since I've wrote fan fiction. I hate being tied down. But I've decided that I'm going to do it, I may change certain things and for that i am sorry, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway.
