Spoken

They call me Veneda, meaning spoken in the language of magic. I understand more than most. Actually, no matter how it is spoken or in what language, I still understand. It is a gift and a curse and I am called upon by many who need my ability. I am once again called by the kingdom of humans. I don't think much of it because usually human problems are petty compared to things I've had to deal with, with other creatures. I don't realize what I've gotten into until I am bound by a promise to help but in doing so they shall learn how I became the way I am and my heart will fall to the hands of one I must save. Does this love and the revenge I seek since that day help or ruin me and all of human kind and what other secrets unfold as I go on this journey?