AN: Hello, welcome to my story. Before we begin I'd like to credit some for helping me with the story. Their name is Varus the Shadow, they helped flesh out this story and in addition to that to that they provided some motivational help too. Thank you.

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When one realizes that they're dying they usually fight their death with the force of a thousand soldiers. They refuse to die and claim that their death is somehow unfair or unjust. Me? I believe death is part of the Divines will. If I am to die then I die knowing I have done my duty for my allies. As such dying here, in this utter waste hole of a land, made me almost excited to die. I know it's wrong to think in such a way but when your life has been filled with both betrayal and loss, you long stop caring about certain things.

Thinking back however I realize that I have indeed failed to do my only job as a Crusader. I failed to protect my allies.

The Vestal, she was disillusioned. She was an outcast like me and was still bitter from her own betrayal. Thrown out by her own sisters due to her troubled past despite wanting to change herself for the better. Now all that remained of her was a bloodstain on the floor for she was consumed by some horrid beast.

The Highwayman, he was lost. He had lost his way in life and had gone to a life of a Highwayman to get away from whatever had troubled him. I had met him a year ago when we were hired by the Heir of this dreaded land to reclaim what the they had lost. He had been torn limb from limb by some unimaginable horror of the land.

The Plague Doctor, she was a disgrace. This was the simplest way to explain what she was. She had graduated with honor from her School and then threw away her hard work in the vain hope for finding the cure of the most contagious of diseases. Death. She had disgraced herself using the cadavers of officials, nobles, anything she get her hands on to use in her own twisted experiments. In a strange twist of karma the Necromancer of the this cursed land used her in his own unholy experiment.

I felt a shake and suddenly realized I was crying.

I was a failure.

So when I looked up to face of this unholy abomination in front of me I answered its unholy screech with sobbing and weakness.

Then the darkness came.

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Then I opened my eyes

The world was blurry, my senses overloaded. I didn't know where I was or what had happened to me.

I tried to recall… anything but my memories are awash with nothing.

I mean I knew how to think, as evidenced by all of this… thinking, but I couldn't recall anything. I knew something had happened to me before I came to… wherever I am now but nothing came up. I had this strange feeling that I'd been somewhere before being, well, here.

Some vital piece of my memories was missing and I somehow felt relieved to be free of it as if I was carrying some heavy unknown burden.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a pair our arms picking me up and quickly holding me close to themselves.

Looking up I saw a women, her hair was just starting to grey, her face has lost that youthful touch but still held all of the kindness of a women 20 years her younger. She was humming a pleasant tune that somehow made me feel at ease.

Moving my small stubby arms up to her I made some sort of gurgle to get her attention.

She looked down and smiled letting one of my small hands grab a strand of stray hair.

"How my little Deegan doing? Good I hope." I replied with a happy gurgle to let her know I was content, she let out a light laugh before smiling, "Good it wouldn't be right for my precious Knight to be sad, now would it?" I responded with a little giggle of my own.

I got the feeling that I would like it here.