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Read spoiler! The Weeping Mother Kaya had been consumed by despair ever since her daughter had been taken away from her. The grief and overwhelming sadness that had overcome her had been unbearable, and it felt like an insurmountable loss. The pain of losing a child was something she could never have imagined, and it had left her feeling empty and hopeless. She had been broken, and had been struggling to find the strength to move on, but the darkness that had taken over her life seemed all-consuming. That was until a frosted hag had come into her life. Naele. The Dark Elf had seen her suffering and had taken pity on her. She had offered her a way out of the darkness, a way to take back what had been taken from her. A way to avenge her daughter's death. It was an offer that had come with a price, however. Naele had offered her the curse of the Fjarriagua, the power of the Fjarriagua. She was hesitant at first, but she had eventually accepted Naele's offer. She had given her life to the curse of the Fjarriagua, and in return, Naele had promised her a way to get revenge on the man who had taken her daughter. Something was off, but she had believed that this was the only way to bring justice to her daughter. The transformation was painful and agonizing, as Kaya's body had been wracked with pain and her flesh had frozen solid, becoming hard and brittle like ice. Her heart had slowed and her blood had turned to slush, while her soul had become heavy with grief and despair. Yet despite the agony, Kaya had endured the transformation, emerging at the end as a sight to behold - her body encased in a thick layer of ice, her hair white and wispy, and her eyes hollow and cold. She had become a creature of pure frost, a living embodiment of her sorrow and pain. A creature of despair. With her newfound power, the new witch had set out to confront the man who had taken her daughter. She had tracked him to a small village in the north, and as she had approached, the villagers had become fearful. They had seen her, and had known what she was. They had known what she was capable of. Kaya had unleashed a furious series of spells alongside the coven upon the village, and had frozen the man who had taken her daughter. In a matter of moments, the village had been brought to its knees, and the man who had taken her daughter had been reduced to a frozen statue. Her frost-like powers had spread through the village like wildfire, leaving no stone unturned and no soul untouched. The chill of the Fjarriagua had been felt by everyone, and their terror had been palpable. She had been satisfied. She had finally gotten her revenge. But her victory had come with a price. As she had stood in the ruins of the village, she had realized that her transformation had taken away a part of her. She had been a woman of emotion and compassion before, and now she was a creature of ice and hatred. Kaya had been a victim of the curse of the Fjarriagua, and she had paid for it with her own humanity. She had been a woman who had been broken by grief and despair, and had been given a way out. But in the end, all she had gotten was a hollow victory, and a broken soul. She had been given a second chance at life, and she had taken it. She had risen from the ashes of her despair, and had forged a new path for herself. She had embraced her curse, and had become a powerful warrior, a wicked champion of justice- or so she believed.
