Walking across through bloodied streets of my hometown I felt despair well up inside me. My home of Mirrah was trashed, destroyed by some unknown evil.

I had left on a journey to hone my skill with my blade as there was, for once, no wars or undead so bandits were the only things to fight and so I had set off to find them, easily dispatching all creatures of the night and bandits I came across. Now though I wished I had stayed to aid in the defence of my city. Even if I may have done nothing to assist them, I would have rather died among my people than come back to their graves.

Corpses littered the streets, faces contorted in fear and terror. My swords scraped along the cobbled floor as I followed it down, slowly taking in the corpses of all the men and women who lay defeated. All trained swordsmen and women. All dead.

The warriors of Mirrah were revered for their swordplay, although we are no match for knights of Forossa we had something they lacked in combat. The bonds of brother hood. Knights of Forossa always journeyed alone and it was rare to see more than one of them in one place. We knights of Mirrah fight in groups of two and three, always ready to jump to the others defence as that is what we were brought up to do. I lost my companion on my journey to an ambush we were not expecting to occur. I avenged his death swiftly and lay him down to rest. He had fought for a long time and now got his well-deserved rest.

Hearing a growl behind me, I turned round to face my aggressor but not fast enough. A black tendril, so dark that not even the sun could shine on it, plunged through my chest, picking me off my feet as I stared into the face of the creature. Its blood-filled eye glared back at me before it threw me off its tendril and I landed in a heap among my fallen brothers and sisters. Darkness clouded my vision but I refused to let go of my blade and shield. I was the last Mirrah knight, the last female Mirrah knight and I refused to drop my weapons. No matter what. Soon the darkness took over my vision and all I could was beat back the terror that welled up inside me. I would not fear the darkness that washed over me but instead I put a prayer up to the gods, hoping that some warrior would remove this creature. Not knowing that in a few years, it would fall to a warrior of Astora.

The darkness was cold, freezing almost but I could feel the leather and the weight of my sword and shield so I took comfort in them, only catching the flash of green before my vision exploded with light.