A cold inquisitor

The Beginning

'At the ripe age of five years old, I had the world at my feet. I was an only child, daughter to the wealthy and well respected House Trevelyan. I can still faintly recall my home, plenty of marble flooring. large windows that were often covered with ornate red silk curtains, golden tripping at the ends. I was raised around servants, their faces or particular names I couldn't tell you. I had everything I ever wanted, all I could need. I had the softest bed, finest clothes and the newest toys. My parents were doting of me, I admit I had been spoiled, truly felt I was the loveliest apple of their eyes. I could do no wrong. Course, that was only briefly. My memories of such an age are foggy, rarely clear. My mind jumps to when I was eight, I was playing in my room when I conjured fire in the palm of my hand, searing my newest doll. By that point, I already knew what happened to mages, I knew they were taken away from their families, locked away in a place far away, never to be let go. I had heard the tales and rumors of such things. I can't recall if I cried or screamed at that moment. Again my mind jumps, I had my bags packed and I was being loaded up into a carriage with a few chantry guards.  Their faces were cold from what i could remember, but my parents... their faces haunt me to this day. My dear father seemed to look at me with disdain, and my mother would scarcely look at me. I know I screamed, for them to save me, to deny these uniformed monsters to strip me away. But they said nothing.  My mind always goes to that faithful day, when I look back at the source of my misery.' 

'As I grew up, it wasn't with the wealth or luxury I deserved. It was with confinement, scrutiny, always felt someone looking over my shoulder, breathing down my neck, waiting for any sign of corruption from me. To that, I say that was only partially true. Course I was educated, protected, I was allowed and taught how to use my magic for purposes they found acceptable. I was a prodigy, I had ease passing tests and I could learn simply by watching. Which, while I received looks from other mages who envied my skill and ease, it gave my imprisoners reason to watch me extra closely. I think they were scared of me, I was capable of burning the flesh from bone and searing small to large groups if i wanted to. But I was scared of them too, there was only so much I could do, I had power in magic. They had power in numbers.  I would find myself anxious, often never sleeping through the night. I had nightmares they were after me, chasing me to the ends of the word to seal me away. I didn't sleep very often.' 

'When we all had the chance to escape, I could hardly believe it. Its all one blur from there. I couldn't tell you how I  escaped the mages circle, how I got so far away, how I left with my life intact. Truthfully, I wish I could, I feel like there's a small part of me who wants to recall how many died or was hurt by my hand.'

'But that was then. Right now, my palm is glowing green, my head hurts, and I think I'm in for one hell of change. I could use it.. '