Narissa

"A ghost of who I used to be..."

- Duel wielder.
- Lightning, Fire, Ice.
- Speed & defensive type fighting styles.

Narissa was born of noble blood. Her father was the lord of Tarisse and he governed not only the city, but he oversaw the lords of the East. She was his first born and before her late mother’s passing he was given two sons, the twins Robin and Eldric who was two short years younger than Narissa. As a child Narissa, against her father’s wishes, would sneak out of the palace keep and play with children in the city. She didn’t understand the difference between those of high born blood and those of low birth despite her father’s constant reprimanding. She befriended a peasant boy called Alesse when she was but a child of eight and they would run and play in the woods and the loch just outside of the city walls. They knew each other just shy of a year before Alesse simply disappeared one day much to Narissa’s dismay. She felt as though she’d lost her only friend, and while the pain of that loss did lessen over the years, she never forgot him. She would spend her days sometimes sitting in the window of her tower room and imagine what might have become of him.

Dreams

After darkness had descended Alesse dreamed hazily; distorted images and sounds and darkness; he saw golden eyes against raven black hair, a flash of a body of water, choppy laughter and screams echoed in his mind, and then there was fire. A fire that consumed everything.

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Alesse found himself inside another hazy dream; darker than even the last. It was so dark that he felt like it had imprinted on his soul - but what had imprinted he didn’t know. While the imagines and the voices were so chaotic and cluttered; he felt such strong emotions - agony, hatred, listlessness. He looked down at one hand and saw it soaked in blood and he was clutching something; opening his hand, he saw it was a blue topaz stone on a silver chain. “That is improper.” A gruff voice said from the darkness and he heard the laughter of children. Saw the wisps of a dark haired child and water as blue as the sky; “Keeley! Keeley please! No no no!” He heard the distinct cries of his master as a sob ripped through her. He saw an older woman with light brown hair that had begun to grey smiling kindly as she approached from the darkness. He felt such an agony; such a loss that he couldn’t define. And then the darkness was overtaken by fire and screams. A fire that consumed everything.