To anyone who starts reading this story now - I am perfeclty aware of the fact that the initial chapters are pretty bad, I wasn't too good at fanfic that time. So, please, read the first 3 ones to get a point of the story, then skip whatever you want until chapter 12, and MOSTLY CHAPTER 13 - CHAPTER 13, THOUGH IT'S LONG, CONTAINS THE MOST IMPORTANT CHANGES IN MY HEROINE'S LIFE.

Thanks.

Disclaimer: I don't own NWN, and the main character's father is taken from another game (Pool of Radiance: Ruins of Myth Drannor)

Mègane walked out of her room and looked around.

In the living room her mother, the elf Maryah, was just writing her autobiography, sure it was going to be a best-seller. Her family renounced to the 700 years of life, so now she was 40, as a normal human. Her husband, the human sorcerer Jarial, was staring at her sadly.

- What's the matter, dad? – asked Mègane.

- Maryah is just at the part where she burnt down half of the temple because using Firestorm when she was at level 1.

- Yeah, I found that scroll interesting, and so! And just wait 'til I write down when I used Resurrection on the bodies of my best friend's parents, murdered 19 years before...

Maryah was a cleric who made an art out of breaking every rule in the world. Her mentor, great priestess Nekly, did forgive her for the resurrection only because she didn't do it for herself, and surviving to such a wild spell clearly showed that she was one of the most talented elves she'd ever seen.

- Ah, Mègane! – she threw back her long, light brown hair – I cooked your breakfast using Flamestrike. I think it became tasty! It's out in the kitchen!

After breakfast (which, let's admit it, was really special), Mègane's older brother Mac, who looked exactly like Maryah apart from the fact of being a boy, stormed inside her room.

- Do you wanna play again? – he asked.

- No sorry, I still have the scar from the last time though Mom healed me!

- What are you two talking about? – Mac's twin sister Jenna, who resembled their father with her dark hair and quiet attitude, stood in the doorway

- Well Jenna, when you were not at home, Mac and I used to play "The hero Mac Fireland against the goblins" – said Mègane, then added – I was the goblin, of course.

- MAC!

"This is my 100 normal family" concluded Mègane.

Six months later, Mac and Jenna were already on their way for Luskan, searching for adventures.

- That's not right! – said Mègane for the 1000th time since they went away – why can they go and I can't?

- Because you're only 17 and a half years old! – said Jarial.

- Yes, and Daddy's Little Girl – Maryah rolled her eyes – see, love, I was 16 when I joined the team that in the end destroyed the Pool of Radiance! Let Mègane try!

- And you will resurrect her?

- 'Course! But I don't think we'll need that. She's strong enough now. A cleric. I taught her all she might need.

- Another cleric like you and...

- No, Jarial, you're wrong. I told her NOT to be like me... I don't think Nekly will be forgiveful again.

And with this Mègane, hearing of Aribeth's call, started her journey towards Neverwinter.

She knew she'll never be alone. Maryah told her to cast Light in the sky whenever she needed someone – and she'd be right there for her.

Oh, and I forgot Mègane's stats: Neck-length dark red hair, dark bluish-green eyes, 170 cms tall, Neutral Good Cleric.

Do you think I should go on?