Role

Chapter 2

Perhaps it was a bad idea, but I chose to go to the High Tower of Sorcery to
flaunt my new abilities. I had grown so much, I knew none of them recognized
me. I decided to go to the off-limit areas we were warned about as children.
I discovered amazing things. Creatures half shifted and trapped for eternity,
Masters who knew many secrets of shifting, knowledge floating around in books
that I couldn't begin to comprehend..One day.

I took a wrong turn, I found myself in a twisted city of elves and ghastly
creatures. I could not find a way out of this place that seemed safe, until I
discovered a portal. Ever hungry for new experiences, I walked through it and
found myself in an even darker place. The pure evil of it seemed to rip into
my flesh and taint my soul, I quickly left there too....only to discover I
was truly trapped.

I found a pool, thick with blood. Every bubble that burst from beneath it
sounded a wail of sorrow from beneath. I began to pity myself, a scared
little girl in a wide world, all alone. I frantically sent messages to all I
saw. Lissandra Davenport, a healer. Vordella, a Herald Shapeshifter, Andira
Tar'Monaghan, the Prophet of the Light. All messages were ignored but the one
to the Prophet.

I asked her, does the Light not practice forgiveness and hope? I thought to
myself, surely this can be a turning point in my life if these people show
kindness to me, maybe all is not as black as I thought. But no. It is
blacker. All of my requests were refused, I was left to die. Cold, hungry,
surrounded by plains of bone and ash, sipping blood from a Pool of Woe.

A defining moment of clarity. They are all hypocrites deserving to suffer as
I did. I may have starved to death in agony in a desolate and hopeless state,
but I have renewed my hatred of all things and will take my vengeance on
Lissandra Davenport, Vordello the Herald, and for you Andira, all of the
Light will know endless annihilation as long as I draw breath, and never let
me hear a word of forgiveness, redemption, or kindness sound from your
withered old lips you hag. You let me suffer, you will know suffering in
turn.