To begin this story, one has to know the history of the Hestians. They were the devout followers of the Witch goddess Hestia in the Ancient world of Greece, but sadly the sides were split. One faction believed Hestia to be a vengeful goddess, a witch who used her power to destroy and to dominate, while the other faction believed her docile and comforting. A goddess who was fair and did what was best for others, all in all, a being of great power and light. Then there was a small band of Hestians that remained hidden from their brethren, a small few who only believed the goddess to be a mix of both. Like humans, with both light and dark sides, balanced like a great scale. They were unknown to everyone but their fellow renegades and because of that survived the great purge of their people.
The wind was blowing softly across Danelle's shoulders while she stalked closer to the ruins where she knew the light Hestians to be awaiting the first wave of attack. She was the swiftest of her kind, though only 15 years old. In the back of her mind nagged the thought that she would probably not live to see her next year. This battle would be fierce she could feel it, the adrenaline coursing through her veins; you could see it in her eyes. They way they were shifting within themselves, like molten fire raging with glacial ice. They were the only things that the light Hestians would see before she destroyed them and whatever stood in her way.
The night sky whispered sweet words to her, telling her to be quick in her decimation Hestia did not look fondly upon the death of her own people, but she realized it needed to be done. This had been the struggle Danelle had faced her whole life. She had been torn at a young age. Her parents had been devout followers of the light faction and she with them, but one morning it all ended. They had been upon the sacred hill doing the sun salutations they did each morning when an arrow struck her mothers throat and a second one went through her fathers. She had been watching them as she always did, silhouetted against the sun the first rays gently coming to warm her face, when she saw the sun light turn violent red from the surge of crimson blood that had come bursting out of her parents' torn larynx. After that her life had been a blur of darkness and bloodshed. She hated the light, the light that had shown so bright on her parents' last morning.
Danelle's feet were covered with gashes from the pieces of twigs she had stepped on during her journey, but she could feel her time was ending. The night was screaming at her, with all it's dark anger, to turn back, she couldn't win this fight, but she didn't care. The night that had cloaked her in it's rich splendor when the light failed her, couldn't stop her from reaching her goal of destroying the light, even if it meant her life.
That was Danelle's last conscious thought before her world went black, with streaks of crimson sliding down her forehead, into her eyes.