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Prologue: Born from Dust

She was coming home expecting to rest her weary body from her long and arduous journey from foreign lands. Yet long behold what lay before her eyes was a travesty set upon her heart. Her home was torched to dust and the remains of her loved ones were already sent to their family plot with flowers still fresh, resting against their tombstones. The rest of her people and neighbors gave their condolences as she wandered about the city of Mel Senshir, trying to reclaim what was lost. She knew who had done it and knew damn well that the ones responsible had skipped town. It was painful enough knowing that the Tuatha were pressing their armies into the city and the soldiers, mercenaries and Warsworn alike were trying their best with their efforts in holding them back. Soon a silent grief had begat her heart and no amount of consolation could have had put her at ease.

Dokkalfar are known for their grace and composure but for Aislinn Morroc, the pain was worsening with every little detail she had learned and her façade was crumbling. The items that had survived were already stolen by the Varani looters that had despised her family so. And the one trinket that Aislinn prized the most was taken away with its chest that it was stowed away in. She made sure that no one except herself could have dispelled that chest. Besides, the enchantment was made by her and her alone. She knew that there was not a person in the city that was capable of dispelling such an enchantment, therefore there was no point in asking around.

Now all she had was her pack of a few clothing and her Fae blades, Kurna and Mjrn. Staying in Mel Senshir meant that she had to face what was lurking around the corner everyday of her life. She could not face it knowing the fact that the people that did this were still out there, reveling in their success and waiting for the opportunity to open her chest. She knew she had a knack for not being able to stay in one place for far too long yet this was completely unexpected. A home was a place where she could have rested and refreshed her travelers' soul.

So she decided to leave and to never come back until those Varani crooks were slain and her trinket resting in her palm. Her golden eyes looked straight and pinpointed the direction her feet were going to take her. She slung her pack over her shoulder and placed her Fae Blades on her back. Aislinn Morroc was ready, ready to take back what was hers. No matter what it took.