There was a feeling that drowned all others, tears fell from her eyes, she refused to show her emotions.
"Make sure they don't leave" father ordered the guards watching Sylvana and those that were with her, he walked up to the well filled with the power of compassion and empathy./
The energy spilled and flowed into the land around it.
"Sir?" one of the guards said to him.
"Like it or not, if we leave them alone, who knows what they'll do, but we can't just let them do whatever they want. This will force everyone to calm down and try to understand one another"
"So you're controlling"
"No, not that, never that, if they want to cause problems they will cause problems no matter what I say or do."
Father began to walk towards Sylvana and her soldiers, all of the invading forsaken had been gathered and brought before father, but he ignored them and stood in front of Sylvana.
"You came here searching for power, I think you know, how I do things around here. You wanted power, I'll give you more power than you can ever know what to do with, however, there is a price that has to be paid and it won't be to me."
Sylvan began to scream and hole her stomach before a small figure made of light emerged.
"Youll have to raise our daughter"
"I'll be honest with you, father was talking out of his ass during this time, he never expected for her to be alive back then he just did it to mess with Sylvana and everyone that had arrived with her.
It was then that I made my presence known "Just like how I'm raising my son"
"She did not take it well"
Sylvana let out a scream, a whale of emotions that shook the hearts of those around her.
"Stop screaming, you knew there would be consequences for attacking this place, take your second chance at life and try not to make so many mistakes."
"As for your forsaken, their welcome to stay and if they have a hard time fitting in, I'll fix those cursed lands of yours. Now shut up and hold our daughter, shes waiting for you to acknowledge her"
"Then he just left her there surrounded by everyone"
"Sylvana the Shamed, Sylvana the traitorous, they began to call her, but just like father she didn't know what to do with her new life."
"None of them did, like the ones before them, some started to simply live their lives and father spent his days fixing the lands around the forgiven's territory"
"The problem was living life just for the sake of living, isn't a good thing, so he was forced to activate the well off will nad the energies flowed into the air, the waters overflowed and people started finding things they liked to do."
No good deed goes unpunished.
The horde realized that a lot of their undead had been fully resurrected, the same went for the alliance, the forgiven were expanding their territory and lost lands were suddenly becoming useful.
No more forsaken, no more undead and the guy running this didn't care what people did as long as they didn't cause problems, but there was one problem.
He had a daughter with one of the most hated woman in the world, a young being of light, and not just one, he had another one who he called his son.
Let's leave father alone for now
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I know I didn't mention this earlier but do you know why father brought back all of those undead back to life, give up.
He wanted them to shut up, he could hear their souls desperately calling out for help, they wanted to be hole again, granted he didn't know what they were saying, but hey it worked the first time, so he just kept on doing it.
Now, remember how I said that letting the power of those wells flow into the ground wasn't the brightest idea he's ever had, nor was it restoring those lands using the ring's power.
Yeah those whispers became lauder, and who was the loudest of them all, I'll give you a hint, she was on the ground crying her eyes out, surrounded by her Banshees, I think one or two Valkeries were with her too.
Look I know I said we would leave father alone but I have to say this, so I don't have to go back and explain things later.
Remember the two people that had found father, well they ended up having two sons.
They became good friends with father and more than once they went to father's home just to pass the time, it was them that found father packing what little things he owned.
"I'm going to go away for a while, I want to see what this world has to offer" he said to them, the truth was he just wanted the voices to stop and that was something he couldn't do staying with everyone.
He hugged the two and patted the two children's heads before he began o walk out of the town, he went to visit the wells, the towns, villages and even visited the forgiven that had invaded earlier.
The last thing he did was hold my sister in his arms and stood in front of Sylvana who hadn't moved from her place.
He never looked back, he gave no last orders and he didn't say anything, and so fathers part of the story ends.
"Ever notice how peace never lasts"
Sylvana was lost, no, lost would have been putting it lightly, everything she had ever done, was suddenly coming back to her, all of the unnecessary deaths, the soldiers that she had sent to kill and die, for one plan or another.
All of the people she had made into forsaken, flashed before her eyes, she wouldn't know peace, not in the living world, not in the afterlife and not in her mind.
By her point of viwe, father had taken the last thing that was hers.
"Mommy" the tiny figure next to her said, but she didn't react, she wanted to strike the child but she couldn't move, her body wouldnt, couldn't answer her.
"Mommy" again the girl called out to her but she didn't answer, how could she be the girl's mother, after all the girl was made of white, blue, pink and green light.
My sister sensed her mother's thoughts and so her light dimmed and before Sylvana was a miniature version of herself, her hair was black and her ears were round instead of pointed, things she gained from father, but other than that she was an exact copy of her mother.
It's amazing how fast gossip spreads because by the end of the weak everyone wanted to kill each other.
The Alliance had heard that Sylvana had attacked the forgiven and was brought back to life, so had all of the forsaken, the wanted to capture her and imprison her.
The problem was the child, a young being born from the light, who knew how powerful the girl already was and how powerful she would become.
Some wanted to take the girl and teach her not to be like her mother, others thought it would be best to just keep an eye on her and gently guide the girl rather than forcing their ways on her.
Killing her mother was pointless because she would just come back to life.
There a reason why no casualties ever happened whenever the towns or villages were attacked, was simple some people did die but their rings vanished and they suddenly felt their hearts beat again.
The horde was no different, they knew that if they left my sister alone she would either be used against them or become indifferent to them, just like father, who ignored everyone he didn't see with his own eyes.
There was just one tiny problem, this same problem affected the pilgrims that saw my sister walking around, most of the time she was crawling, and chasing after the other children.
The issue was the army of forgiven around her, there wasn't a single moment that my sister wasn't watched, townspeople, animals, knights, magic users name it they were keeping an eye on her, who else was going to do it, her moment.
Sylvana had ignored the girl since day one, and it had already been a week.