>In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened.
>One stood
>A victim, brought from another time, from another reality.
>Soul scarred by the fear of abandonment, and the longing for freedom.
>She arrived broken, dark streaks of tears running down her face
>And yet, she withstood.
>Battle after battle, she endured claw, teeth, and hellfire.
>She kept pushing forward, no matter how much her body weakened, and how much her soul wavered.
>She had no reason too, after all, she had lost everything.
>But the violence, the atonement of her burdens through it, it kept moving her forward
>Eon after eon, her legend grew among the circles.
>Not a human, but a lizard, drenched from head to toe in demonic viscera
>Nails coated in flesh and sinew
>Teeth dripping crimson
>And worst of all, a ravenous, eager smile.
Fin