Role

Chapter 9

It has been three months since coming to Galadon and joining the Warrior's Guild.
Things are going as well as can be expected, despite that defeat to that do-gooder warrior
whose name I won't even try to pronounce for fear of sounding like I'm drooling on
myself. Curse that coward for using magic to ambush me. Magic... It has been a thorn in
my side since I can remember.

I make this statement because it is essentially the reason why I make this conglomeration
of scum city my home. Yes, it was three months ago that I left my family. Well, 'left'
isn't exactly the correct word to use because I have no family left. I murdered them. I
destroyed them, and it felt good. No longer will I have to suffer their condescending
remarks and treatment because I was not talented with magic. Who did they think they
were anyhow? My parents fled the Drow City to the surface after a pathetic attempt to
gain power for our house. I can't blame them for lusting after power. I would have done
the same thing myself, however, I would have succeeded. I am convinced it was their
reliance on magic that caused them to fail in this endeavor. I find humor in the fact that it
was their utter faith in magic that ended up also causing their demise. I truly envied them
for the power that they wielded but also hated them for the way they treated me because I
could not wield that same power. Despite that envy for them, my hate was stronger and in
the end their magic was no match for my blades.

Yes... My blades. I have found the strength and power in my blades that I could not in
magic, and it is truly intoxicating. And the satisfaction of destroying my haughty mage
family was supreme. Perhaps, I will kill a few more wizards. Yes, I think I will. I think I
will find that same satisfaction I did in killing my family.