Chapter 75: Vow of Retribution

I stood in the heart of the forest, staff in hand, the cool breeze brushing against my face. Silvermore Village, my home, lay hidden within the dense trees. They called me Phantom Streak, an appellation earned through my swift speed and mastery of lightning magic. Today, however, I sought solace and practiced with my staff, affectionately named "Storm." Little did I know that this peaceful moment would soon be shattered by tragedy.

As I honed my skills, a rustling sound caught my attention. I turned to find myself surrounded by ten stingwolves, their menacing forms exuding a dangerous aura.

The Stingwolf is a captivating creature that possesses the body of a wolf, exhibiting a sleek and muscular frame, powerful limbs, and keen agility. What sets the Stingwolf apart is its wasp-like wings. These wings grant the Stingwolf remarkable aerial abilities, allowing it to hover and maneuver with agility. With its wolf-like physique and the addition of wasp wings.

My heart raced with a mix of fear and determination. I couldn't back down; I needed to prove myself to my headstrong father. Gripping Storm tighter, I prepared to face these formidable foes head-on.

The clash was intense, as lightning crackled from my staff, illuminating the forest with a bluish glow. I unleashed my lightning magic with precision, striking the stingwolves one by one. But they were relentless, their wasp-like exoskeletons deflecting some of my attacks. Time seemed to blur as I fought with all my might, refusing to yield.

Two hours passed, and exhaustion washed over me. The stingwolves lay defeated on the forest floor, their once formidable bodies now lifeless. I caught my breath, satisfied yet yearning for more. Little did I know that the victory I celebrated would soon be overshadowed by a horrifying discovery.

A distant scream pierced the silence, tearing through the tranquility of the forest. Panic gripped my heart as I recognized the direction—Silvermore Village. Without hesitation, I raced toward the source, propelled by a mixture of dread and determination. The sight that awaited me was beyond comprehension.

The village lay in ruins, bathed in blood and scattered corpses. The once vibrant homes now stood as solemn reminders of the tragedy that had unfolded. Anguish washed over me as I searched for any signs of life. The attackers, fourteen in number, lay strewn about, a testament to the fierce resistance put up by our villagers. They had fought with valor until their last breath.

Fear gnawed at my core as I sprinted towards my house. I prayed that my parents had escaped unscathed, that they were still alive. But as I entered, my hopes crumbled like fragile glass. There, in the corner of the room, lay the lifeless bodies of my mother, Esther Norwood, and my father, Victor. Their once vibrant spirits forever silenced by the brutality of the assailants.

My heart shattered, and a torrent of emotions flooded through me—grief, anger, and a fierce desire for vengeance. I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face as I vowed to avenge their deaths. The Dark King's knights were responsible for this atrocity, and I would stop at nothing to bring them to justice.

Rising from the floor, my resolve hardened. With clenched fists and a heart burning with determination, I made a decision. I would join the rebellion against the Dark King, lending my skills as Phantom Streak to the cause. They had taken everything from me, and I would fight to ensure that no other family suffered the same fate.

"My parents, Esther and Victor," I whispered, my voice filled with determination. "I will avenge your deaths. And I swear, the Dark King will pay for what he has done."

The Stingwolf's represents a harmonious balance between strength and agility, unity and independence. It symbolizes the courage to embrace change, adapt to new environments, and face challenges head-on. if I am to avenge my village I must be as resilient as them.

With my heart aflame, I set off towards the rebellion's secret base, ready to embrace my destiny and confront the darkness that had befallen Silvermore Village. The path ahead would be treacherous, but the flame of vengeance burned brightly within me, guiding my every step.