Prologue
Eighteen years ago, a small child was born during a time latter called The Trolloc Wars. This child was then named Nerini. Her childhood was spent running, always fleeing the forces of evil. At the age of ten, her family was taken from her by trollocs, large, half-human half-animal beasts, to be used for fodder. Nerini ran off, and was found by her cities' army. Grief-stricken and full of the need for revenge, she learned how to use all weapons available to her. Most especially, the sword. For five years she stayed with the army, battling darkfriends as the chances arose, until her 16th birthday. On that day her teacher in the sword art told her that he could teach her no more, and that she had already reached the level of a blademaster. Nerini could see no reason to stay with the army, for she had made no friends, and decided to leave. Upon hearing this news, her commander gave her 200 men to take north and fight with her. Also, her teacher in the sword art presented her with a heron-marked blade, a sign of a blademaster, one that would never break and would never need sharpening. She named it Deathsong. As soon as the rest of the preparations were finished, Nerini and 200 cavalry left. She had plans to find the heart of all this evil and destroy it, even if it took her life and all the men's lives that she held too. Their encounters grew more and more frequent the more northward they traveled.
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Eighteen years ago, a small child was born during a time latter called The Trolloc Wars. This child was then named Nerini. Her childhood was spent running, always fleeing the forces of evil. At the age of ten, her family was taken from her by trollocs, large, half-human half-animal beasts, to be used for fodder. Nerini ran off, and was found by her cities' army. Grief-stricken and full of the need for revenge, she learned how to use all weapons available to her. Most especially, the sword. For five years she stayed with the army, battling darkfriends as the chances arose, until her 16th birthday. On that day her teacher in the sword art told her that he could teach her no more, and that she had already reached the level of a blademaster. Nerini could see no reason to stay with the army, for she had made no friends, and decided to leave. Upon hearing this news, her commander gave her 200 men to take north and fight with her. Also, her teacher in the sword art presented her with a heron-marked blade, a sign of a blademaster, one that would never break and would never need sharpening. She named it Deathsong. As soon as the rest of the preparations were finished, Nerini and 200 cavalry left. She had plans to find the heart of all this evil and destroy it, even if it took her life and all the men's lives that she held too. Their encounters grew more and more frequent the more northward they traveled.
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Well? Review! I need to know what you think!