Seren's Tale: A handwritten recalling of her pain
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the rolling fields of my home. It was a humble place, a tiny farming community where life was simple, and worries were few. Our homes were small huts, but they were filled with warmth and love.
I remember the laughter of children running through the fields, the songs sung by the villagers as they toiled under the sun, and the comforting smell of my mother's cooking wafting through our tiny hut. It was a life I took for granted, a life I thought would last forever.
But then came the blight.
It started as a whisper of concern among the elders, a rumor carried on the wind. A strange fungus had been spotted in the woods, a fungus like none we had ever seen. It was black as night, with sickly spores that tainted the air. At first, we thought it was a passing curiosity, something the forest would absorb and forget.
We were wrong.
The Soul Fungus, as they called it, spread like wildfire. It crept from the woods, a relentless, creeping tide. Our crops withered, our livestock grew sick, and our once-thriving community fell into a shadow of despair. My family, like many others, watched helplessly as our world crumbled.
My father was the first to fall to the fungus. He grew pale, his skin taking on a sickly hue. His eyes, once filled with life and laughter, became vacant and distant. He wandered into the woods one night, never to return. My mother, heartbroken, succumbed to grief soon after. She lost the will to live, and the fungus claimed her as well.
I couldn't save them. No one could.
With a heavy heart, I set our home ablaze, hoping to cleanse it of the curse that had taken my family. I watched the flames consume everything we had built, every memory we had shared. It was a painful farewell, a final act of love.
I left that place behind, carrying the weight of my family's memory and the burning desire for vengeance. I joined the Brotherhood, dedicating my life to tracking the spread of the Soul Fungus, to ensure that no other family would suffer the same fate as mine. My anger and sorrow have become my companions, my fuel for the battles that lie ahead.
I will avenge my family. I will stop the spread of this accursed fungus. No matter how long it takes or how many sacrifices I must make, I will not rest until the Soul Fungus is eradicated, and my family's memory is honored.
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