First of all, I don't own anything. Now, this is a little twist of BG 1 that hasn't got too much with my other stories with the exception of the main characte r. And please review (I need to know what do you think about this story and the others) Oh, and how many people dislike having just 5 party members: )

Embrace the darkness

Miradel watched coldly at Sarevok's corpse, blood going through the bhaalspawn's mouth. The man that finished her childhood, the man that killed Gorion.

The night of her foster parent's death was a painful on. She lost many things: chilhood, love, hope, and most of all, innocence.

She loved him. He had taught her everthing she knew, magic , love for others, optimism. Now she was just the opposite of her father's teachings.

Sarevok... damn him. He brought her all of those emotions: despair, pesimism, hatred, hatred over all. She felt so hollow inside. She hated him.

"Milady, are you alright?" asked a voice behind. It was Kivan, the ranger's blue eyes were focused on the necromancer, his ears waiting for an answer.

"Please, go away, I... I am not in the mood, elf" answered coldly Miradel, provocating a frown in the ranger's face. " So be it, Miradel, but I'm not going to go away" he said . "Then do anything else but staring at me, Kivan." And the ranger did so.

She looked back at her sibling's dead body. Sibling... the word brought a chilling air to Miradel' spine. As a bhaalspawn herself, she was Sarevok' sister. They were... linked?

The rage... the wrath she felt when she was fighting him, casting spells, nearly screaming, was all that just because of being a bhaalspawn, or was genuine rage? Both reasons brought bitterness to Miradel, anyway.

Both of them were horrible.

What... What if she killed her friends, thanks to her heritance? She cursed Bhaal's name once and once again. She did not wanted it. She would die before that happened. Then, the answer struck her. Death. She would not make her friends suffer if that happened. She found in the floor a dagger decorated with a golden, grinning skull. A ceremonial dagger, probably of some priest of Bhaal.

"Time to end it all" she whispered, grabbing the dagger and putting it near her chest. Unfortunately, she caught the atention of her companions.

"What are you doing, necromancer!" Dynaheir, Minsc's witch yelled at Miradel, her eyes had already tears. The first time she saw the mage cry.

"Nooo! Miradel will not do that! Not as long Minsc and Boo are here!" boomed Minsc, the gentle, yet not clever ranger. Miradel threw a sad look at Minsc.

Jaheira stepped in, her eyes blazing with fury. "What in the name of the oak father are you trying to do, child? I won't stay idly by while you kill yourself!" Miradel smiled sadly at her guardian. She had had a place in her heart, even if she was bossy at sometimes.

Khalid looked oddly at Miradel and stuttered "I-I d-don't know w-why are you doing this, but we-we'll stop you!" I'm sure you don't know, Khalid, thought Miradel bitterly.

Kivan stood silent. He had share a strange friendship with the girl. Both of them were saddened by the dead of a beloved, and both of them wanted vengeance. He looked at the necromancer in the eyes and murmured " Do as you must, Miradel" and went out of the temple, his heart even more wounded for the loss of a friend.

Imoen stood there, not understanding nothing at all. The young thief looked at Miradel "W-what are you doing, sis?" she asked.

All of them went to Miradel, trying to stop her.

"I, Miradel, join my escense with that of my father" And thrusted the dagger in her chest.

Each one of her friends cried that day.