Lady Delane Forsaken (Backstory)

[Lady Delane Forsaken]

Chapter One - Fire


A woman's scorn is like fire, if you feed it enough it will eat away at everything you ever loved.


"In the mean time I'm just dreaming of tearing you a part"

I felt the heat of the flames even from the distance I was from it. I watched as they licked up each building, screams of people echoed through the night as they burned or fought to control the fire. I watched with dark eyes as the place I was raised become ash. The large castle that loomed over the village was not safe from the merciless demon.

"I'm in the details with the devil."

I wish I could hear all the screams under the roar of the fire. I wanted to hear his screams
Watch his eyes as he looks to the burning crib where just on of the fire's started, the corpse of his darling wife splattered across the sheets of his bed. I want to see what he's done to himself.

"Now the world can never get with me on my level."

Stand over him as he burns from the feet up so I can watch the expressions. Fear, sadness, then understatement. As he realizes why. Realizes that is was I, who carved his wife like a fresh pig, cooked his son like a dry leaf, and placed his queens unborn fetus on his golden throne.

"Somewhere another pretty vein dies."

Watch as he burns as my people did by his fathers hand. These people all deserved to burn, Hades was too good for them, the weak should burn, the guilty should parish. No child left behind to carry on the deadly thing of weakness.

"I've got the scars from tomorrow, and I wish you could see that your the antidote to everything but me."

That's why I did it, I have to rid the world of weakness otherwise the strong will fall to protect the weak. I was stronger, death did not scare me. I will open my wings and fight with a flaming breath. The weak will not ask me to protect any longer. The weak will fear me.

"My childhood spat out the monster that you see."

I pulled my hood over my face the smell of ash and burning flesh embedded into the thread. The fire should be hitting the wine cellars by now, my job was done. It was time for my journey to lead me to rid of pests. Sparks flew in the smokey wind above me as the explosion of my cage burned behind me. I was free.

I was gonna leave behind a burning trail.
The weak are not safe.
Death is the only option.
Light it up.

[Lady Delane Forsaken]

Chapter 2 - War pt. 1

"Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die."

I don't remember much of my life before the great King took me in, he told me I was saved from a destroyed village, everyone slaughtered where they stood. I was just a crying babe wrapped up in a blood soaked blanket under the body of my fallen mother. He said as he lifted from the ground I reached for his sword, he knew then I was meant to be a warrior. I never knew such truer words....

"I'm waking up to ash and dust..."

I was raised by the blade, my master was tough man, by age seven scars littered my body, he told me: "If you didn't want to bleed, do not to get hit." I learned two things; one that I hate the sight of my own blood, for it meant I failed; two that I can cover my blood, with others. I still see his under his bushy face as he held his arm, trying to stop the bleeding. "Good; now...again"

"I wipe my brow and sweat my rust..."

I knew my place. I was a warrior. War was coming. I had to be ready. We were made to fight. I would do the same. My place behind a sword, not in front of a throne. I was made for war. I was made to fight. I was not for asking questions, I was there to follow orders.

"I'm breathing in the chemicals..."

Master thought different, after a day of sparing we would eat then begin lessons. He would teach me skills only royal children would learn. I found reading and arts to be my favorites.Master would read to me before bed stories of before, of heroes and monsters. Before daylight we would paint and draw, it was skill I most enjoyed besides my blade. He told me it was a great skill of my kind.

"I'm breaking in and shaping up.."


When I turned ten, I learned what discrimination was. My features were taking shape, my blood line showing through. My ears began to point, becoming more sharp to even the tiniest of sounds. My eyes growing stronger, I could catch an animal miles away, my nose slimmed and could catch scents easier. My skills were becoming easier, my movements swift, my strength rising, my body growing.

"I'm checking out the prison bus..."

People sneered, and scoffed at me. Parents kept their children away. They did not care that I was to lose my life to them, only that I was different. The King though...the King liked what he saw. Like how my skills were perfect for a weapon. How well I would do on the field. What a great pawn I would be for his game.
How well I was with a sword.
There were no more stories.

"This is it the apocalypse...."

At fifteen I was ready.

"I'm waking up."

Fighting was no longer a lesson of skill but of life.

"I feel it in my bones."

It was a fight to survive.

"Enough to make my systems grow."

Master was no longer teaching, he was fighting to kill.

"Welcome to the new age."

Master stood back panting, as blood gushed from the wound across his chest with every breath. His hair matted with sweat and blood, as it dripped from his burly beard. As his smile broke through, his laugh echoing in my bones. I couldn't fight it when I repeated it back at him, even as wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm radioactive...."

Sweat and blood no longer bothered me.

"Radioactive!"

But his words did.

"Put on you war paint.."