Siara
Whatever it takes. That's what I always said, though the more time that passes the less I'm convinced I have what it takes. It's been a few days since my encounter with the Nightshade woman, I haven't seen her since, not for want of trying. It took some time reach my former prominence after that fight, though my attacks did a great deal of damage, the same was done unto me, far more so than I'd have imagined. She was definitely a strong one, it seemed I'd underestimated her slightly, I won't make the same mistake again. This was more than just a grudge match, this was personal, I may be the only survivor of my homeland, but I'm determined to see its destroyers brought to justice, even if I have to decimate this world in the process.
It would be a shame to say goodbye to Alice, despite her naivete I find myself growing somewhat fond of her. Perhaps it's her fascination with my world, or her simple yet likeable demeanour, but deep down, part of me feels bad for interfering with her. Perhaps it's even a side-effect of the synchronization, the other lady I'd possessed a few decades prior would make any new soul feel fresh. It's also a plus she seems to have little to no knowledge of my presence, though I can feel her inching closer with every evening she spends trying to piece together her occasional "blackouts", when the time comes where she's finally aware I may have to take full control as I did with the others, until then, Alice can live her life, her fascinations with history and parallel dimensions can remain the stuff of manuscripts and legends.
Though my search has been ultimately fruitless, tonight I find myself getting closer to the prize, my LumoSceptre may be an ancient piece of tech but it still works in surprising ways. Through a single drop of her blood I've been able to narrow down her location within 2 square miles. I've looked through records and checked the tenancy histories of everyone in the vicinity, or rather Alice has, not quite understanding why. I've managed to narrow things down to one particular building, there's no guarantee this is the place but it seems the most likely suspect. I would definitely need to hurry however, despite my immense powers even I seem to be falling victim to the tendrils of time, possession is a handy ability, of that much I'm certain, but it's not without its setbacks. The more people I possess the more I feel myself fading, I've already lived far beyond my years, but I just need a little longer to make this all right.
She doesn't seem like a bad lady, this Nightshade, unfortunately for her she's the only thing standing between me and my long gestating vengeance. I feel her now, as I felt her the other night. Alice walks around nervously, as though she can sense the advent of some incoming storm. Though my Sceptre's powers are relatively weak, even now they sense the welling darkness emanating from a nearby source. I shall let Alice wander for no more than a few minutes before taking control and becoming the White Widow for what I hope shall be the last time in this world. I can feel her getting closer now, almost upon me as I ready my wrath of light.
This is for them, my father and mother, my brothers and sisters who perished long before their days, massacred by the troops we once considered allies. Truth be told I always slightly admired them growing up, despite their warring nature I'd always felt myself drawn to the denizens of Lightland. Little did I know how barbaric they would be, all I remember is the sounds of my siblings crying in agony, the sight of my father being run through as he shielded my mother, my distant relatives then handing me a weapon from ancient times and sending me reeling to another dimension. I couldn't stand earth at first, I found the prospect of a world that was half light and dark somewhat perplexing, but in time I got used to it. In time I decided to look more into the history of the land of Nightshades and its people, and in time I began to plot my revenge. For years I'd waited, decades, who would have thought my ticket to one of Earths only Nightshade people would walk right into the home of my possessed. Things may have turned out easier for me then, but they were about to get a lot harder. It is almost time to go to war, once I have Nightshade, then it's only a matter of making my way to her homeland, once I'm there, then things can truly begin. Then the Siara clan will finally be avenged, and the Land of Nightshades will meet its reckoning.