amyselia

Willamina was born to a big family of 13 children, quite an odd number . . . And wasn't she lucky that she was the 13th? People in her northern village always joked that something tragic and terrible would happen to her due to her unlucky number birth, but luckily, her childhood was filled with bubbling joy and loving warmth from the village nonetheless. Ever since she was a toddler, Willamina was the happiest pea in the pod, with a gorgeous slightly-yellowed smile that hung ear-to-ear with pure enthusiasm. When she reached a teen age, She was best of friends with a boy her age called Rafal, a small Norland-born dwarf that would gift her with flowers that her sweet heart would look past as a 'friendly' gesture, though he truly meant it in a much more obsessive manner than her innocence knew how to truly assess, as she thought of everyone as not being able to possess any maliciousness. She had never experienced rudeness of any sort in her little village, so it was not truly her fault. . . One day, as she strolled absent-mindedly through the weeds of her garden, Rafal caught her hand. She looked down to him with a smile, and kindly asked to what he inquired. Without a second thought to his actions, Rafal's hand swept up in a brisk action, the back of his skin connecting with her face, and in a mindless moment Willamina was out cold on the very lawn she loved passing through. Willamina awoke in a candle-lit cave, in which she could hear the gentle thrashing of waves near the rocks, a river being not too far to her left. She smiled at the calmness, but then, in the blink of an eye, the serenity of the moment was met with the unsatiated growls of a creature. . . A creature Willamina had never heard of before... A creature that sounded ghastly, almost dead! She sprung up into action, goosebumps making the hairs all over her body contract as if she was a porcupine. The lights landed on a face.... For a second, Willamina was relieved, for someone came to rescue her. Then, slowly, the lights highlighted more of the person. The scabs, the grotesque injuries, the blood pouring from their deadened black eyes, and... The bones that stook out! Willamina screamed a violent scream! It was... A morghuul! And one that wasn't too kind, either. It jumped to grab her, but Willamina was quick on her feet, and flew past it in just a split second. It's hands grazed her bare shoulders- her clothes were in tatters!- just before she could escape, and pinned her against the wall, opening it's horrific mouth to tongue on her ear, it's teeth clenching down as it began to eat her alive. Willamina wept silently, powerless against the creature of necromancy. It ripped off the tip of her ear, and Willamina let out the loudest caliber of scream her thin lips could let escape. Just a few meters away, on the outside of the cave, an unknowing dark elf would be her saviour, as they immediately heard the distress, and rushed towards the voice. They got there just as Willamina began losing her consciousness... The next day, she awoke to the gentle sounds of nature surrounding her, in the Cloud Temple... Little did she know, that Rafal had allowed an entire army of those Morghuuls to raid her home, and kill her family, as revenge for her never making the moves he wanted her to in their relationship... Poor, overly-innocent Willamina!