History:
--On that day, 123 years by count, did my entrance seal my fate. While my sister, Erilla, was a boisterous and demanding child, she brought much solice to my life. And as with her following entrance, I walked the path of quiet harmony. Complete opposites we were, yet perfect compliments to one another. Being twins, we shared many of the same traits, and aquired traits from both our parents. Although, as Erilla and I grew, one thing set us apart, our hair color. Erilla had taken mothers color of golden wheat that shone one a warm summer day. I, on the otherhand, took fathers ancient dark color. So dark, I blended well with shadows that roamed in the night.

  My mother, born to the mistress of a saxxon king, was taken under the wing of my great Aunt Danae as her mother had passed over during the birth. Trained to be a High Priestess, she was also well equipped with affairs of the coming times. Briefed in aristocracy, trained to wield a sword, taught magickal rites of a great many lands, and much more, her life was one to be a great leader. The City of Salkeen was merely stumbled upon during one of her numerous journeys to a distant land. Years had passed and she just couldnt get the place out of her mind. She had learned that it was once a great city of a barbaric group called the Frigralds. She knew it was a place of her destiny, and upon which she set out to rebuild. Soon, peasants and vagabonds alike, caught wind of the cities restoration, and soon migrated and settled amidst the city. As time wanes, the city grew to be 1300 citizens strong, of which my mother taught, protected, prospered, and reigned as High Priestess.

  Pleased with her neices success, Aunt Danae visited in mothers 24th(mortal)* year. Accompaning Danae were of course her coven members, guards, and particularly a young shaman names Torious Alexander. Mother, whom was a maiden with no suitor, was immediately taken by him. From their first meeting, they were inseperable, for twas such their fate.

  Father, in his 43rd(wolf)* year when he and mother met, was born to an unknown clan and shaman to a combined tribe of his clan, a celtic clan and a saxxon clan. He traveled many the land, such as my mother, to learn the healing secrets of other civilizations. Although my father was a strong, overpowering man, he was never trained with a sword, for it was in his rite to heal and create peace amongst his clan(s). And never did I see him quarrel. It is with him that I was handed ancestry to the wolf, taught to "shape shift" from girl to wolf, so that I may roam with my brothers and sisters of the land and howl my loyalty from thousands of years prior.

Changes:
Studying the ancient arts with my great Aunt Danae, I am upon my 18th year, which ancient traditions prepare me for my rite of passage, that is to take place in the square of Salkeen, my home. Nearing the city, we get word from our front guardsman that he has spotted smoke billowing from that direction. Frantic, I race ahead, only to find a horrible scene. Walking through the charred ruins, I cant miss the horrible smell of burnt flesh, and what seems to be the remains of my innocent family of 1300. And in mortifying terror, I run through the streets to see only the detriment that my loving mother, father, and sister have been given.

My heart wept for the coven members, whose heads had all been cut and staked, and lead to the entrance of the castle. Investigating the coridoor to be empty with the exception of smoldering furniture, I begin my intense search for my parents and most of all, my Erilla. My mind went empty when I found them. In the Garden that my proud mother had kept, tied to a stake and burned was she, and recently for smoke was still rising. Sick in my stomach, I searched for my sister, only to find her barely covered by torn clothing, and laying in a pool of her own blood. Clutching her in my arms, she opened her eyes only to tell me, in her last few breaths, how she loved me. It was my cries that Aunt Danae and the rest found me. I was told my father was slain near by, with his sword in his hand, trying to save his wife and daughter.

In the years to come, I was full of hate and vengeance and had forsaken my priestesshood. And eventually gaining what I sought. Taking up the art of the sword, I became skillfull, and revenge furthered my heart. Soon, I had found, and killed, the traitor who served such attrocities to my people. And I made sure his fate was worse off than those he'd wronged.