Age of Agony

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I do not know how I came about.

What kind of mother did I have? Was she caring, was she cruel, or was she a doting one? What was the name of my father? Was he brave, was he wise, was he hardworking?

Did I have any siblings, aunts and uncles? I'm constantly reminded that I will never know, because I possess a family all of whom I'll never cross paths with.

Somewhere deep within the sacred forest of Gloria, in the midst of cyprus trees. A forest glade had been, where a monastery was erect in the name of our Lord.

Nuns would pray for knights and travelers who came upon it, heal their injuries, lead them to the one good God. They worked their miracles without expecting any dues, many called them Dominarum Lucis, Ladies of Light.

Word of the Dominarum Lucis had been kept tight in the breaths of many that had been led by the Lord to the sanctum.

I've been led here as well, though I never left. Confined in the stonewalls decorated with the images of our Lord, marveling at the marble statues of the winged miracles and the stained glass depicting stories told from the tongues of the ones before.

The Dominarum Lucis had kept me as one of their own. I eat, sleep, and pray as all of them had, though I cannot say we are the same. Not in fate.

In one of the arid winters of our land the nuns had taken me to those who kept fate in their hands.

The forest was bare and numbing. A lethal winter for any with life wouldn't survive. However, determination would lead us to the castle of the chained one, he who was chained to fate.

Clinking and clanking, the chains would continue to echo in the barren castle. A hooded figure revealed itself from behind the towering wooden door.

"Dominarum Lucis," The figure bowed its head "Which of thine fate be read in this hour of our lord?"

"It is hers, Keeper of Fate." Mother superior spoke.

"Come, let us draw thy blood." The hooded figure revealed a curved dagger.

I offered my hand. He hovered the dagger above my palm as I anticipated a deep cut, enough to wound the soul. However, he slashed my wrist in a swift and almost inanimate way.

Blood trickled down onto the pages of the blank book as I began to ascertain, I was barely holding on to the waking world.

I heaved my own head as I glance down to see the blood clotting on the book's surface, forming symbols and cyphers of ancient.

"Your fate is not sealed." It's voice drastically changed.

My vision darkens as I try to regain focus.

"But destiny speaks that you will slaughter the winged miracles." It screeched as if it was the one experiencing the pain.

I can hear gasps from behind as I grabbed onto the stone podium that held the book.

"Are you a sinner or a savior?" The hooded figure breathed.

"You'll be reborn. Pray for her oh, Lord!" It cried.

"I bestow upon you the name, Amos."