Ever wondered how the first Stormwing was created? No? Well, read this anyway. Hehe. I don't own anyone, and you all know that!
Lianne walked through the desolate plains of Tortall and Scanara, alone. She had nothing to fear, after all, who would hurt her, The Youngest Lady Knight? She struck fear into the hearts of bad people, she hoped. She was not alone, there were many eyes upon her, as she tallied the damage. Not human eyes, the eyes of Fate. It had plans, big ones, those that not even the gods dared interfered. She was to change the world.
Fugitives came out from hiding as they realized that she would help. They were torn and tattered, both in mind and soul. The were tired and hungry, exhausted of the spoils, sick of the illness and greed that consumed their kings and lords. They needed something in their lives, hope, faith, power, fear. Not the fear of another man, but that far more powerful, that of an immortal…
Immortals were common in those days, but what most people didn't know, was how they were created. Not from blood, and lust and ashes of dead things, but from dreams, yes, dreams…
She slept that night, thoughts of war lingering in her mind. She thought, what could possibly drive people to so much damage? How can they take another man's life, that man could have been his brother that came from the same ancestor! Or some one who lived in the same cove as him, or fief. How could one person cause so much loss, over land that was useless, except in the name of money! That land would be fought over many times, and then discarded, as it spoils, due to blood seeping into the ground! The blood of innocents, that of nobility and of commoners, that of merchants and of thieves, that of warriors and of civilians…
I wish to gods, and appeal to fate, that they steer away humans from war. This is abnormal, a knight, tired of war! But please, why do you loose so many lives, those of people who have families and parents, who will not see their child grow up, or children, who will have no motherly love? Take lives of those who kill, and play with trust. Take those of who are sadistic, not joyful people. Be just. I hope for a creature so repulsive, that even man would be steered away from war. Let him think twice, if her wants his body to be played with after he is dead. Let those who have died, be examples, to show, what they do. Let them smear the odies with dirt, and ruin them. Take away their honor.