Role

Chapter 3

Dahliana woke some time later, the smell was hard, iron scent of blood. She
carefully sat up and surveyed her surroundings.

"Yes Granddaughter, this is the face of true evil." came a voice from the
porch of her grandparents home.

Turning Dahliana saw the wispy shape of her grandmother standing in front of
the door. Beckoning for her to come closer.

Standing Dahliana moved towards the phantasm. Slowly, gingerly stepping around
the bodies of her kin, she stepped up onto the porch.

"Grandmother..." She whispered. Shock still setting in.

"Girl, I am so sorry this has come to be your fate. It is my fault. I gave up
on my duty, to raise your father. I should have stayed, I should have done
what needed to be done. I was selfish. Trained as I was, a Kaidar
Maeg'Lilthor, a master sword dancer. I fought against the rising scourge of
magi, who sought to usurp the power reserved only for the gods. I found my
home in a place founded by those who sought to bring the world back to what it
should be, free of the tainted use of magic. But girl, I was selfish. I fell
in love with your grandfather, and we wanted a family. Where I was, what I
was, was held no place for a family." said her grandmother.

"But Grandmother, you, were a healer, you taught me..." said Dahliana

"Yes girl such is the way of the Maeg'Lilthor. A blade can cut both ways as
should we. I cut and I healed, such is the balance of things. Now come, I
must show you some things." she said turning to enter the home.

Moving to the back, Grandmother walked to a large chest, one that Dahliana had
seen many times before, but never seen opened.

"Open it" said her Grandmother. As she did, Dahliana looked inside seeing two
long blades, sheathed, laying upon a suit of armor.

"This is your legacy now. Sit, I will tell you my story, then you and I will
talk about what comes next for you."