Aisiele/Whitelight Journals (Ansalon.net)

Homes of families simply living their lives were burning left and right. Little children were running with their mothers already burdened by babes and things she can take with them. She sneaked from one house to another, saving men, women, and children trapped. When she got inside one house that has barely a scorched from fire, what assaulted her sight was a mutilated family, even a little kid dead while holding a bread knife. She took the knife from the kid and arranged his body as if he was sleeping. As she looked around, on the far corner lies the kid's father, on top of what looked to be a Solamnic soldier. I only hope that he was not a knight, she thought to herself as she pulled the father and laid him beside his son. Then she took the body of the Solamnic and placed him on the right of the kid's father. Seeing that there were no other bodies and sensing that there was no immediate danger, she took her war flute and played a soft music for the dead. The sound was

"What do you think?" Mayari asked, pointing her fingers at a line on an old brown scroll, "Could this be the spell that put you into slumber?" Amyrei walked towards the table and looked over her shoulders, "A good find my dear Mayari," she tapped her shoulders. "Could you…" Bells rang outside of her home, "Are not those the warning bells of the city?" "The city is underattack!" Shouted by what sounds to be a boy, probably early in his teenage years. "The Dragonarmy is invading us, run!"

Amyrei woke up tired. The room lit by a lonely candle on top of her table. She doesn't remember leaving it there though. Confused. She stood, yawned like a bear who had just awoken from a deep slumber. "That felt good," she said to no one. Her bones cracked as she stretched her legs and arms. The door opened slowly, "Mistress, I can hear your bones from afar. You need to oil those joints lest you become like those poor souls stoned by renegade mages," a young woman said. "I am Mayari," she bowed, "I've been looking after you. I see that you are feeling well, Mistress Amyrei?" Mistress Amyrei? Amyrei is deep in thought as she assess the beautiful creature before her with long black hair reaching to her waist. She also noticed, for the first time, that her silk dress was of a color no mere maiden would ever wear, royal blue. This piqued her interest more… "Thank you, Lady Mayari," she replied. "No, please, just May

How long has it been? She thought. It has been some time since she entered the infamous evil capital city of Neraka, bastion of the Dragonarmy, and if rumours were true, there were honourable changes sweeping through their ranks. "Hah! As if that will ever happen," she whispered to herself. "Honourable and Dragonarmy are a contradiction."

The dawn of a new day is breaking as the first rays of the sun shines on the world. Amyrei was already up and had finished her daily meditation. She was washing herself when someone knocked on her door. "Good morning, my lady Amyrei. I have here the bread, the greens, and the hot concoction you requested," said a thin, high-pitched voice. She smiled, she realised it must be the young girl she rescued two days ago, stealing coins from a kender… a kender , of all the creatures she should steal from. "Could you leave it there by the door, please? Thank you." A human girl stealing from a kender… she silently laughed. "As you wish, my lady Amyrei. Aaanndd… thank you for helping me get a decent work." She heard the young girl ran back downstairs. After she refreshed herself, she took the tray of food and placed it on the table. She pulled out the chair and sat on it while she bit on the warm, aromatic bread made by Tika. She then opened her journal an

She does not know where she came from, all that she remembers was how the mother she had known told her, on her deathbed, that she's not of her blood, that she came from the Whitelight family-clan, a long line of noble families, forgotten, and hidden. After she passed, she left the family she grew up with, to fulfill her dreams of seeing the world and to search for her past.