Leaning her forehead on her gauntlet, she gazed out at the bodies tossed asunder on the battlefield. This last battle had by far been the bloodiest. So many dead or dieing from her own ranks as well as the enemies. For the first time in her long life Acacia started to think perhaps she was wrong, she spent so many years fighting against that darkness that she really never had time to enjoy the life she had. Gazing out as she was,  she struggled to recall when the last time was she spent anytime just simply enjoying the company of others, or for that matter spent the time just smelling the flowers as the saying goes. So many years surrounded by battle, bloodshed and death.

But the historians would write them up as victorious, the winners of the Great War. But what good is victory when you have lost all those you love in the fight to get there? All of her family has given their lives for this victory, as well as all her friends. So here she stands staring out at the bloody remains of those she came to fight with and for what?


She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't hear the wounded Knight behind her, didn't even realize he was there until she felt the hammer hit on her skull. Dropping to the ground like a broken doll, her bright blue azure eyes rolled into the back of her head and darkness overcame her. The last thought  that slipped into her mind as she lay dieing was "I never got to live, never got to love. Oh my Lord, what have I done with the life you blessed me with other than fight with honor? Is that truly all you desire of those who worship you?"

Priestess of Tempus from Cormyr.  

Always will the devils cry...

-Work in Progress-