From Hell to Homeland (event)
Character: Queen Dethas of Winter Legion
Who else is alive to remember an age before the anarchy? Even my earliest memories contain the echoes of a lost time, my childhood already spent in a Legion camp. But even then, the world was brighter. Kalathipsomi and Katraddia both filled with so much more color, so many more souls. We walked down roads of stone without fear for attack, and knew of a time before famine and death.
Fifteen and the moon was gone, the sky alight with red fire as far as the horizon stretched. The screams of the dying Magi, the assault on my senses and my mind. I remember crawling through piles of bodies searching for a single scrap or bread. I remember when I, but a servant girl to a lieutenant, became a legionnaire in what seemed to be the end of the world.
And then one by one they were gone, until it was just me. A legan by twenty, in a Legion consisting of 40 maimed soldiers and a thousand refugees trailing behind us. I remember the hope and the duty still, the diligent work we put in to try and survive. And slowly they gathered around me, legion after legion... even those that in any other world I'd never have trusted.
And... and now I'm here. Finally I arrive here at the home of my people... and there is naught here besides death either. Now I look around... and I recognize not a soul. The Arch-Legan of the last legions of Katraddia, having sunken so low to bow before the Sjalvolki and hope for nothing besides a grave for my people... and I look about, and I realize that they've already been buried...
Now I kill for naught but shade to die under...