The curse

Nerissa looked at Dakint, he lay on the bed, a plaster covering his stomach. He had been brutally stabbed, and Nerissa wondered if he would survive.

She herself was badly injured in her leg, she could not move without a crutch. Azael and Kelahi were also wounded.

The weight of it nearly crushed Nerissa, she was not as powerful as she thought.

She dragged herself up, afraid of letting Dakint see her like that.

She needed more power or else her family would just become another lost memory. She wanted them to pay for what they did to her family – to her.

They had turned her into a beast, a monster that sought vengeance and made others suffer in the process.

She looked at Dakint again, he was still unconscious. He was one of those who were suffering for her quest.

But she could not stop now.

She picked up her crutch and walked out of the room.

"Nerissa," a voice called from behind her, it was Kelahi.