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Lila could remember a time when her life was normal. Well, mostly normal, anyway. She’d always been a traveler, always longed for adventure and the open road. But her idea of adventure had been exploring new locations and occasionally selling her sword arm to deal with a few bandits.
Now? Now she was walking around without a soul, overthrowing corrupt leaders and saving kings. It was… an odd existence, to say the least.
Today alone, she’d rescued a duke, spoken to a spirit, and dug up a sack of gold to set the spirit’s daughter on her way to a new life. And that was all before breakfast. Now she was hunting down werewolves. Werewolves! She was used to dealing with the occasional vampire, but werewolves were a new one on her. She felt a little out of her depth, but she couldn’t back down. Not when so many people needed help. It wasn’t in her to run from a challenge.
This latest job, though? Capture a werewolf? That was a tall order. She’d been paired up with a battlemage who apparently had some measure of success with capturing a werewolf in the past, but the few details she gave left Lila feeling less than inspired. Still, she had to try.
And try she did. It took some work, and she might’ve gotten a little banged up in the process, but they finally caught a werewolf.
Not everything was coming up roses, though. The duke had been infected. He turned, killed his family while Lila was out capturing the very werewolf who revealed the truth. Once Lila knew, she raced back to town, but she was too late. He had to be stopped.
*
The town of Aldcroft was safe once again. At least, as safe as a town could be, with werewolves on the prowl just outside the walls. But the danger from within had passed, and Lila was asked to head north, to find the camp of mages investigating the werewolf threat.
You helped us so much, won’t you continue? Glenumbra needs people like you.
How could she say no? For good or ill, she was involved now.
Before she left, she stopped by the graveyard. The townsfolk wasted no time in burying the duke’s wife and daughter, and Lila stood before their graves for a silent moment. At length she laid a single flower on each grave.
I’m sorry.