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It was a brilliant summer day, the sun having already crested, when I heard the noises in my home.
The signature sound of silver being drawn from its sheath, the frightful shouting of my daughter as she called out.
My heart raced in my chest, my vision sharpened, and I race into my home with the supernatural speed I had been blessed with, only to see the one I once called a comrade, with his blade piercing through my daughter. My vision dulled, and the world seemed to crawl to a stop as I saw the terrible, broken expression of fear and pain on her face.
Her assailant then grabbed her and threw her out of my window, out into the sunlight. He turned to me, expecting me to congratulate him for a job well done, no doubt, but I couldnt bear it anymore. In rage, I attacked. I immobilized him with my dagger, severing his tendons with ease. I… almost killed him, before coming to my senses when I smelled burning flesh.
I turned and ran to my daughter, cradling her in my lap, and I watched as she breathed her last in my arms. The grief overwhelmed me then, and I know not what happened after. When I next came to, she was nought but a pile of ash in my hands, and her assailant was slowly bleeding out on my floor. I thought to finish the job, to kill him for his transgressions, but I know, despite the pain he caused her, my Beryl would not have wanted that, and so I spared him. I used my connection to the Hunter to call aid to him, and waited for them to arrive.
When they did, they came with a medical team who Immediately took him away, as the squad leader asked me what happened. I refused to say, instead telling him right then that I was resigning. He saw the pain on my face and knew not to question it. I took that as acceptance and turned away, running to get as far away from that place as I could after placing Beryl’s ashes carefully within a pouch from my satchel.
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I walked for a long time before finally collapsing in my despair. It was then that I was visited by Mithwuk. He did not take kindly to my decision to revoke his blessing, but I didn’t care. I attacked him too, I raged and screamed until my throat was hoarse, and eventually he reclaimed the grace he once bestowed upon me.