

Eleven years ago, a tribe of wandering spiritualists visited a village in the western territory of the Golden Empire and from this village, they took a teenage orphan whom they were convinced was to be a warrior for the goddesses. It was known that Wanderers had the ability to ruthlessly decimate any who opposed them, regardless of their numbers and so while many of the residents of the village wanted to stop these Wanderers from stealing the child, they found that they could not bring themselves to risk a bloodbath. This child, a little girl, had always known that one day she would be taken away from her home as Wanderers make it their job to track down the orphans of a village and turn them into soldiers. Regardless, on the day that she was taken, she could not help but feel betrayed by her village for they had promised that they would protect her. She felt especially betrayed because she knew that no one in any of the many towns and villages in the Empire truly believed that the spiritualists were protected by the goddesses, especially the members of her own village. So, as far as she was concerned, they could have done more to save her and she simply could not understand why they just did not. Following her collection, the child spent seven years with the Wanderers and like the other orphans, she spent those years learning the ways of the warrior. Rage, hate and her aged feelings of betrayal became the sources of her strength and over time, her combat skills and physical abilities grew so rapidly that she was often trained separately from the other children just because of how ferociously she fought. She began to dominate everyone including the adults bringing all of them, even her master, Xekem, to their knees. This, coupled with consistent acts of insubordination caused the Wanderers to start viewing this orphan as a threat and so they made plans to dispose of her. However, their attempt on her life failed and she caught wind of the assassination plot and as you can imagine, this enraged the teenager so much that she decided to damn the consequences if any - and wipe them all out. After hours of fighting and hunting down remaining stragglers, she finally ended the entire clan and allowed streams of relief flood into her body as she believed that she had gained her freedom. Imagine her shock when she discovered that her moment of celebration was premature for these Wanderers were indeed protected or rather were being used by the goddesses. It shouldn't have been shocking really as naturally, Wanderers were supposed to be almost impossible to kill. They were members of one of the oldest lines of magic folk and their ancestors were created before the age of New gods. Even more, the magic of the Wanderers was ancient, they barely aged and one Wanderer was worth almost half of the imperial army in physical ability and knowledge-in-combat. What should have been a surprise was the fact that a person like herself, a person born without magic, had the power to dominate even one Wander, let alone, end an entire clan. But this child had grown to be arrogant and remained confidently ignorant to the reasons why she had graduated from being able to easily defeat every other orphan and half-blood Wanderer, to becoming more than an equal to the adult and full-blood Wanderers. Instead, she paid no mind to this fact as well as the fact that every life she took seemed to add to the physical power that she had. Moreover, she had failed to notice, on the day of the massacre, that she started fighting as a human but was being led to finish as something completely different. She had also failed to notice the emotional change she was experiencing as she cut them down and that she had gone from experiencing feelings of resentment and repulsion to feeling excitement, invigoration and omnipotence. She especially was not paying attention to the fact that she had gone from being torn inside by rage to being in love with the kill. She was not aware of any of these things, at least, not until she was finished.