There was once a noble maiden, bright of eye and light of heart. The
melodic notes of her songs and laughter resounded through the streets of
her home. The maiden spent the precious years of her youth in the
pursuit of preserving her home and the culture therein. She lived
through war, uncountable raids, corruption and scandal in the
leadership. The maiden was lauded, and given the esteemed title of
Marchioness as well as a position in the ruling leadership of her home.
Her hopes and ambitions for the safety of her home, even led her to
swallow her indignation and mistrust of those that once warred upon the
city, in order to create a treaty which kept her people safe for over a
decade.

The maiden lived surrounded by chivalry and the gentle, respectful
courtesy of the Knights who shared her home. Through innumerable battles
and festivals, the maiden fought and danced alongside this group of
brave men. Until one day, there came a Knight into their midst that was
not of like mind and honour. The girl swallowed her doubts and mistrust
in regards to this dark Knight, and prayed to her Father that things
were not as she feared.

One snowy, winter day in her home, the maiden was asked by a brother of
song to come to the Tavern in the city, which also serves as the Hall of
her guild. With a dancing gait and a happy smile, the maiden entered the
brightly lit warmth of the tavern. With a scream of horror, the maiden
found herself under the attack of the dark Knight. Wielded in his cruel
hands was a totem, set to afflict and put her into an early repose. As
the maiden fell to the runes of the totem, a rage began in her heart.
The totem, which once represented protection to her, was used against
her. The dark Knight laughed at what he thought surely was a great joke,
for he had attacked the tiny, unsuspecting maiden who helped to lead the
city he now took up residence in. Upon healing her wounds, and removing
the traces of sleep from her eyes, the maiden lifted her head proudly
and went to the noblest Knight in all the realms. The maiden was
comforted, and assured that something would be done in regards to the
evil machinations of the dark Knight.

The maiden waits still, for her moment of justice as she weeps for her
former home, which continues to harbor the dark Knight.


Penned by my hand on the 6th of Ferinus, in the year 444 AD.