Disclaimer: see chapter 1
Forgotten One

She had been trapped in her prison for over 25,000 year. Her name long lost to the seas of time. She was and still is a powerful healer and mage of the old people. A race of people who had died out in a war that took place 8,000 years ago and now the race has past from history to become nothing more then myth and legend. Except for her. She had been imprisoned by a warlock who had felt threaten by her power and resolve to defend against all darkness. For her resolve the warlock trapped her in her current prison. Though the use of her power she has managed to keep herself a live and sane. She waits for the day she is freed at last.

That day is today. It began like all other days, the light from the outside coming thought the sides of the crystal that was her prison. But that was the only normal thing going on. In the past the crystal always made a sweet and clear singing sound when the sunlight would first hit it in the morning, but today there was a shattering sound. Before her eyes the place of her imprisonment was breaking apart. After 25,000 years she was finally free. She finds herself in the middle of a beach in a land she did not know. While standing there on the beach and after 25,000 years she remembers her own name. She had been known as Fiona Nightflower.

As Nightflower stood there on that beach as the morning sun shown on her dark violet hair and her light gray skin. The wind making the magical enhanced leather armor that was a rusty brown in color move only slightly. She checks over her to weapons of choice. The first was a long bow that had had two blades added to the ends to allow for close combat and log range use. She was an expert in using that weapon. The second weapon she check was a weapon unlike any other it had an ax blade on one side of the head and a war hammer on the other with a spearhead between them. The weapon was also magical with a faint gold light coming from the ax with the word Justice written on it, the spearhead had a faint white glow and the word Faith on it, and finally the war hammer gave off a faint red aura with the word Honor written on it. The weapon had a handle of three feet in length that was bound in leather that was the color of her hair. She had spent part of every day of her imprisonment practicing and working to get better at using that weapon she named Souls Revenge. She had become the only true master of that weapon in all of history.

After checking her weapons she stands to her full height of 5 ft. 3 in. and tries to figure out how she was freed. While thinking Nightflower feel a strong magical pulse take place to the south of her. Wondering what could have caused the pulse and hoping to find answers to how and why was she freed she sets out in that direction.

Little does she know that this is the beginning of a whole new fight against the powers of darkness.

To be continued...

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