I don't know how many people actually are reading this, but PLEASE review…

In the coming chapters, the storyline begins. You might find that there are inaccuracies, conflictions with the original plot, big time elapses etc etc… regarding those I have two things to say:

One: I haven't played Diablo 2 Exp for a loooooooooooooooooong time. Really.

Two: I don't care if it's not accurate to the game; this is MY story, not Blizzards. I own nothing but the plot details and the two characters. So with what I have, I'm making the most out of them.

I write this for the people who would like it. If you don't like it this way, That's fine with me. Don't waste your time reading it and wasting both our energy dealing with disappointments and distresses.

So… here's chapter two… bear with me.

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Chapter 2

We went to rescue Deckard Cain on a rainy day. The cold and damp air seemed to have soaked into my skin, rendering my body lethargic.

The day before after the Amazon selected me as a mercenary, she told me to remain in camp while she went somewhere through the waypoint to carry out some "errands". She returned slightly battered but fine, and silently tossed me a skull cap, and light armour, gloves, boots and sash, all made of leather. I have seen some of my sisters bring back something better, but they were still the best that I have worn. I looked up at the Amazon questioningly.

"Look, don't die on me here; I can't stand accusatory looks from people." I started trying the armour on. "We're not going now." She said. Before I could ask she continued. "You have a good rest today, have your bow restrung, and make sure yourself and all you stuff are in good condition. Tomorrow morning, we leave for Cain. Got it?" Without waiting for a reply, she exited my tent.

She was going to be a hard master to please. And the following morning justified this hypothesis. It was still dark when she came to my tent; I got ready for her calls for me to get out of bed.

"We leave in ten minutes. I'll see you at the waypoint." That was all that she said.

On our way to the Stony Fields, the Amazon – yes, I still had not found out her name – had stood back when monsters approached, leaving me to take care of most of them. They were not much of a problem, but when we approached the five giant stone pillars, I froze.

Carvers, so many of them. Amongst them was Rakanishu, glowing green with power. I was about to consult my master when, within a split second, she unslung her bow from her shoulder, a bow much heavier and sturdier than mine, and began firing quickly at the surrounding carvers, at such a rate that seemed inhuman to me.

"Celadon, Inner Sight!" I did as she told me. "Just stand here and keep firing." She ordered.

For a split second my instincts commanded me to call her back, to fight beside her; but for some reason, perhaps curiosity or cowardice, I allowed her to overtake me.

With a swift twist of her left wist, she slung the bow back over her shoulder. Rakanishu released bolts of Lightning toward her. I was about to cry out when my master kicked the base of the long spear slung across her back with her left foot. The spear flew into the air as the Amazon followed its rising path, evading the attacks with extravagant gracefulness.

She caught the spear in midair, and charged it with lightning that ripped through the long spear, in turn forming an aura over both my master and her weapon. As a single unit, the weapon hit Rakanishu's head from straight above; as the weapon travelled straight down through its victim, the violent lightning blew the body apart. All that remained was a mass of burnt flesh, sizzling and fillng the air with a pungent stench of barbequed-carver meat.

"Celadon!" She yelled. I snapped back to reality, having not noticed when I had stopped firing. Evidently, the remaining monsters were as shock by the woman-warrior as I was. I took the advantage to take down a few carvers, while my master did not halt for a single moment, as she swung her spear around her, annihilating more carvers as they closed in on her.

Within another minute or so, my master and I were surrounded by the bodies of the fallen, which looked someone incongruous scattered around the five sacred stone pillars. The rain diluted the blood, and the ground soaked up the essence of corrupted lives.

My master seemed unscathed, but she was covered in the dark blood of her victims. The violet-crimson was dull against her silvery hair, and the green of her eyes shone.

I had never fought and killed this many in such a short time before; but what shocked me the most was the way she fought. I had never seen anyone fight like that, especially one who possessed such skill with the bow. Rogues had always been known for their ability to stay calm in battle, to be able to attack their victims from afar, and murdering with elegance. To think that an Amazon was similar to the Rogues, was a huge misconception.

At least for this Amazon.

I did not know what I could call her at that stage: fearless, or suicidal.

"Right, this way, Celadon." She said as she began to walk off, away from the stone pillars. I tried to look into the distance, but the rain obscured my vision.

"What about these pillars?" I asked, catching up with the Amazon. Her face was as stern and collected as ever, betraying no change in emotions.

"We go underground, and out the other side, where we'll find a tree. Apparently there's some stuff written there that Akara can help us with. After that, we go and get Cain."

"So…" I was really struggling to understand the way my new master went about these quests. "Why did we clear out Rakanishu's lot this soon?"

The Amazon did not even pause a second before answering me. "Do you really want to be clearing out Rakanishu's lot and whatever's waiting in Tristram?" She seemed very sure of what she was doing. I did not question her decision.

We quite easily passed the underground passage to the dark woods; being two bow-wilders with Inner Sight ensured that dark places were no threat to us. When we to the Dark Wood, however, the sight shocked me, and to this day, it remained as one of the most challenging battles in my life.

My Rogue sisters, armed with various weapons, came up to attack us.

"They won't be a problem to you, Celadon. We've got a lot of distance." My master stated calmly, seemingly unaware, or ignorant of my shock. "You can take care of them."

"I… can't…" I replied shakily. "They were once my friends, my sisters…"

"Celadon, they have been overtaken by corruption. Rid them of their undead lives." She said calmly, unwaveringly. If Amazons were supposed to empathise with Rogues when it comes to this kind of things, this Amazon was different.

"Don't make me…" Tears began to well up in my eyes. "I really can't…"

"They are not your friends and sisters anymore!" She suddenly raised her voice. I looked up; her face was unchanged, her tone was the same, but her voice was solid, sure, and there was no convincing her otherwise. "Do it!"

With a sob, I nocked an arrow, and fired it blindly. I had hoped that it would miss, but the woods were so crowded with them. My arrow pierced two in the chest.

With a cry, their spirits left their bodies. I could have sworn that they both smiled faintly before they hit the ground, dead.

My eyes snapped wide open, and I screamed, as I fired arrow after arrow. At one point I got so agitated I charge an arrow with ice, and shattered a few corpses of my once-fellow Rogues.

My corrupted sisters gathered in crowds, and so the two of us moved forward, taking down tens of corrupted Rogues at a time.

By the time the battle calls ceased, I was standing amongst a field of Rogues' bodies. I looked at the Amazon, and realised that she had not fired a single arrow since we had entered the Dark Wood. Then my attention shifted to my own body – I felt stronger, in body and mind, despite my thoughts running wild in my head.

"Here's the inscription." The Amazon ripped down a large piece of bark from an old, leaf-less tree. "Let's head back."

We returned to the encampment via a waypoint. As my master consulted Akara about the bark, I payed my fellow mercenaries a visit.

I told my friends about my experience with putting our sisters to rest. They all expressed much grief, and relief at such news. Kashya, however, seemed annoyed at the fact that my master made me take down the entire force of the enemy, putting me through such "mental torment". I told her about Rakanishu; she did not comment.

"Hey Celadon," my master peered into the tent that I was sitting in. Kashya stood up to leave, throwing a filthy look at the Amazon as she passed her. The Amazon shrugged it off. "I'm heading to Tristram. I should be able to take care of things, if you're tired from before…"

"No." I stood up and checked my quiver. "I'm ready. I'm going with you." I was getting stronger. If this was the price of power and my Sisterhood's safety, it was a fair deal. As heartless as my master seemed then, she was making me a worthy warrior. I reminded myself of my dream of accompanying an Amazon as a mercenary, and found the motivation to reassume killing. Whether it was corrupted Rogues or Diablo, if my master was going to fight it, I was not going to be left behind.

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I was going to incorporate the rescue of Cain in this chapter, but it seems the right place to end it.

I was running out of inspiration, but I've got it back now. I guess I'll be skipping the details of Tristram, since, to me, it wasn't the most exciting part of the game. And I hate the way Cain talks.

Please read and review! I do hope I'm improving. Celadon still hasn't found out the name of the Amazon. I'll find the right time to put it in later, since I haven't exactly thought of a good name for her yet… I will. I promise.