Prelude:
Nixe Rathesteel... The name itself can explain a lot about this fenki. Her very existence is an oddity that not even she can explain. Her story begins in they valley overlooked by the Eagle Fortress. She was born to a quaint little village, her parents both farmers, just trying to make it by. After many years of living in this little village, though, one day her mother started exhibiting signs of pregnancy... Her belly began to grow, mornings became an unwanted experience, and she began to glow (no, not literally!). The problem was... She did not glow a happy glow as did most mothers-in-waiting. Her glow seemed sickly, the babe within her belly draining her of her very essence. The parents of Nixe, however, being simple folk, knew nothing of curses and thus suspected naught. One day, about 7 months into her pregnancy, Nixe's mother finally fell deathly ill. Her body seemed to be withering before the very eyes of Nixe's father! Action had to be taken, and it was. Nixe's father gathered up every single tria they owned, even sold some of their furniture to earn more, and traveled to Hydlaa, to the great temple that lies there. They were intent upon getting mother and babe blessed by the priest at the time, in order to save both... Or one, should the former case prove impossible. Luckily, they were both saved... But the curse still remained, only balanced out by the priests blessing. The parents of Nixe returned home, and the next two months went by as normally as possible. That was all shattered by the birth of the couple's baby...
Chapter 1
The Mark of the Curse
Loud cries came from a shack in the center of the small village. Cries of a newborn babe, stolen from the comforts of the womb and tossed headlong into the harsh lights and sounds of the outside world. Even from the moment Nixe was delivered from the womb, she was deemed "different, special", much like the adults termed the local psychopath. From the moment she was born, her hairless body had a mark on it... This was not a birthmark, not the mark of some birth defect... It was the mark of a curse. The tender pink flesh had a harsh, jet black mark marring its surface. The marks nature was as uncertain as its manifestation upon Nixes chest, for none had been to the surface to be able to recognize it... The marks shape was that of a crescent moon, it's tips pointing down to her foot-paws, enclosed within a thin, black circle. The same moment she was severed from the womb, she was declared a demon, a hell-spawn. Her own father suggested she be put down on the spot, only her mother stood up for the babe. Nixe's mother took her into her arms, cuddling the poor, mewling child. "How can you even /think/ of hurting an innocent child?! Can you not see she is your own flesh and blood, Genrac? She is ours, whether you want her or not..." Those words became something Nixe became accustomed to as she grew up... "Whether you want me or not..."
Chapter 2
A Child and her Demons
Growing up, Nixe was the outcast. Nobody would play with her, adults gave her strange looks, even her parents found it hard to look upon their child at times. To her, it was normal, just another day, another odd look. By the time she was 8 years of age, the situation had only gotten worse. Often she would go off on her own to stare for hours on end into a pond that rested at the base of the cliffs. It was on one such venture that peoples fears were deemed true. Nixe had found herself a nice little perch on the ramp leading up to the fortress atop the waterfall when a patrolling guard came across her and shouted. This alone startled the poor child, but then the guard grabbed her. That was a mistake. Wiggling and writhing, trying to get out of the guards grasp, Nixe grabbed hold of the shouting guards wrist, and then... It happened. At first, it was minute, the guard only thought it to be a cold draft. But shortly, his skin began to pale, his blood turned to ice, and his eyes dilated as he stared at horror at the child that was sapping his very life right out of him. His muscles began to wither, seeming to age the man immensely. Shortly, the man could not even stand beneath the weight of his plate mail armor, and he fell with a crash to the ground. Young Nixe stared, shocked, at what just happened before her very eyes, and much to her dismay, her father had come looking to see what the commotion was about. Genrac dragged the withered husk of a soldier back to the village, all the way spouting things best not repeated at his scared and confused little girl.
Chapter 3
A Lapse Into Insanity
// I stop here... PS is downloaded and installing. Time to recommence my trouble makings
