Moonrise

I was a refugee in my own home, marked as a threat to the crown. We all were. Some of us came from royalty ourselves. My father was the Duke of Welshire, ambassador to the king himself. We lived in a fair home off of the cape with servants and maids. Our lands were supple and yielded much for the kingdom. Our manor was a glory for the eye to see. I was even betrothed to the duke of a neighboring land.

Then, the king's men came on horseback within the night. They stole our servants and set fire to our stables. They dragged my father from his chambers and declared him a traitor to the king. He was taken to be hanged in the square just as other nobles were. As for my sister and I, we fled. We ran into the forest behind our villa and stayed under cover of the shadows. We walked for days without food or hope until we found the camp that saved our lives. And saved we were, until they left us to die.

I was taken in once again, but this time, I was given the power to avenge my dead family. I was taught to trust friends, but they stabbed me in the back whenever I let down my guard. That is why I will lead my people to kill all who have wronged me. There is no hope in mankind. And they will rue what becomes of them, if my name isn't Lady Thana.