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Author: mriswith
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As the sun warmed my face; i could not help relive the times that made me what i am today.Times burried deep in the corner of my mind; yet so easily to come back. The screams of my family being torn away from me. Pulled into the darkness that is supposed to be death. I dont believe in death. And i have tried to prove that death does not exist.
While it had happened in my childhood; i know that i had always been surrounded by my family. Even when they had died. I could feel my mothers touch on my shoulder when i needed comfort; My fathers laugh when i said something funny; My brother poking me when i wasn't paying attention and my sister coaming my hair when i was resting. Yet; i couldnt see them. I couldnt give them a hug when i needed to.
When i turned 12 i came across an old monastary. A monastary devoted to the godess of light and life. A convenant of Dwayna. I was cold and hungry and needed a place to rest. I rang the bell and a priestress opened the door. She saw the tiredness on my face and took me inside. She said i could stay there for 1 night; but had to move on afterwards. There was no place for wanderers in the monastary. I ate and drank until i felt i was about to burst and went to my appointed room to get some sleep. I had to hit the road again the next day.
At night i heard swiffling feet and mumbled voices in the corridor: "A servant of Grenth is here to see you sister".
"A servant of Grenth? Here?"
"Yes; he sais he has a message of great importance. It involves someone we took in today."
"Bring me to him. At once."
I could not resist to follow them. After all; i was someone they had took in that day. Not permenantly; but still....
Stalking in the shadows of the gothic corridors i followed them to the main hall. A dark figure was looking at the picture of Dwayna that hung on the wall that faced the entrance of the monastary. Despite the fact that the sisters walked very light; he could hear them coming:
"Such a pretty face Dwayna has. Yet looking so sad. Ever wondered why sisters?"
The sisters stared at him. Startled by the fact that he heard them coming: "No sir. We have not."
"The gift of life; yet unable to restore it fully when someone has passed away. No possibility to grasp into the Underworld and reclaim the soul that has left the face of the world. Wouldnt you look sad if your love was ripped away from you?"
he turned around and looked from under his hood to the sisters. I have come for someone. Someone who does not belong here. Someone whos intetions have rather to do with the dead then with the living. With revenge on those that made her wander alone on this world. Someone who finds comfort more under the light of the moon then in the warmth of the sun. Suddenly he turned his face to the cupboard which i was hiding behind. The sisters turned their faces in the direction he faced. "Maya; come forth and stand before me" the hooded figure said. I raised on my feet and slowly moved towards the sisters and the hooded man. He put his left hand on my head. with his right hand he removed his hood. A scarred face looked at me. Eyes glowing red in the shimmer of the entrance hall. "I have come for you. To teach you the ways of Grenth. It is by his will that i have found you. You will become great in the ways of the dead. You will know the secrets of the Underworld. If you will learn my teachings and keep true to the teachings of Grenth, then one day; you can make your family return and hold them in your arms again."
One of the sisters stepped forward: "Child; don't! We can teach you the ways of Dwayna! The beauty for life! The..."
"Silence woman!" the scarred man said. "As soon as the sun would rise behind the mountains, you would have put her back outside!"
"The child has to mourn her families demi…."
"She has done that for years woman. And mourning is what left her scarred. Mourning is what called Grenth to her. Now leave us be."
Wide eyed, the siters turned on the balls of their feet and returned to their dorms.
"Grap whatever you have here and return here to me."
The staring eyes made me turn around at once, run to my room and pack the few things i had. A painting made by my father for my fourth birthday, a flower my sister pinned in my hair every morning when we woke up, the shortsword of my brother and my mothers dairy. The dairy that contained my memories of my family. What she wrote down is what i know. I cherish it more then life itself.
I returned to the scarred man. And the both of us walked out the door and walked to the north. For 8 days we walked without resting, eating or drinking. We arrived at Ashford Abbey and walked into the catacombs which became my home until i was 18. I learned Grenths teachings. I learned to curse an army, and to re-animate their dead as my own. I learned to make them fear using their powers on me. I learned how to use our ancestors to aid in battle. But i never found a way to rejoin myself with my long lost family. The dairy I still read every day while i travell across the world.
Tyria has been saved. Cantha has been saved and Elona has been saved. Protected by Grenths teachings i turned evil from the face of this world. I learn skills from Dwayna, Balthazar, Lyssa and Melandru to seek ways to bring back lost souls from the underworld. Just as the scarred man said Grenths teachings should be able to do. But when i was 16 and grew impatient he told me: "Only the one who can face Grenth himself and not dwindle in fear of the cold Underworld will recieve the most precious knowledge of Grenth: Reclaiming the souls of the fallen. Not until you can do that will you be able to bring back your family. Now go study..." In the Realm of Torment where i faced our most feared foes again; i saw the river of claimed souls by the God of Secrets. He knew how to claim them. Could he claim the souls of my lost family? Could he teach me how? I shivered at the thought of abandoning Grenth. The God that found me and taught me his ways through the scarred man. I released the river of souls by defeating the God of Secrets and stared at the flowing movements. Hoping to see a glimpse of my family.
But now something is stirring. Movement under the world as we know it. Deep. A dark place with hidden secrets. I have finished the teachings of the scarred man. He cant teach me any more. So i have left the catacombs as the home where i return to. My home will be the ground under my feet again while i wander for hidden secrets and teachings. I will be relentless in my quest to redeem my family. In my quest to stand before Grenth without fear to claim the secret. I do not longer know who i was. I know who i have become; Maya Mord Sith; Grenths Servant
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