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Chapter 1

She remembers falling. The wind rushing past her. Confusion as she frantically tries
to right herself. She caught glimpses of the sun and the ground as she tumbled out of
the sky. At the last second, she caught a gust of air with a wing, and stopped just
short of death, on the ground. Surely, they would come. Her family had been traveling
with her. They would come... Darkness.

When she came to, there was an old human man with a bald head looking down at her.
She looked around. There was no one else. Just him.

For a time, she hoped they would return. Some sort of silly mistake. Months turned
into years and still it was only she and this human. The only one who cared for her.

He had no name that she ever knew. He was a holy man who chose to live as a beggar.
He would wander the streets of Galadon and pray. He believed that his suffering was
a way to ease the pain of others. To him, joy was a sin. And thus, they lived a
difficult life. They would fast for long periods of time and barely eat anything at
all. Around the homeless shelters, he was simply known as 'monk'.

For her part, Amriith never believed the old man's thoughts of sin and piety. She
longed to fly and to see more of the world. But she was so young. She had no one else.

One morning, Amriith dreamed something beautiful. Something she could not describe.
She witnessed a light so bright she could feel its power in her every pour. Within
this light she saw a figure. A being of pure light. And he said: "Those who would
bear the burden of blood, walk with me."

That was it. When she awoke, 'Monk' was dead. She buried him in a small plot of land
in the Galadon Graveyard. Amriith was the only one in attendance.

She turned and left that graveyard and walked into the Warrior's Guild, where she
has been welcomed. Her first goal is to hone her skills and travel the world.