“I see that a lot of people die because they feel that life is not worth living. I see others who are paradoxically killed for ideas, illusions that give them a reason to live. Except that even a reason to live is actually a great reason to die.”

About Callipso

Callipso is my WoWsona! Since I had her for many years now, and she's a very old character, in the story, she's known as a legend that saved countless of lives and she fought many battles. But she's tired of it all. Who wouldn't be after so long? Now she has to fight her own demons.

Callipso walked to the chair, took of her armor and peeled off the rest of her stained clothes. The blood on her chest was now dry and had hardened into rigid flakes. She took a scalding hot shower, the tendrils of steam wrapping around her as she stood under the spray. Perhaps she set the water too hot this time, and she could feel the scorching heat of it even through her hardened skin. The urge to scrub herself raw, clean the filth from her skin, wipe away all the blood that still stained her hands and her mind, burned through her. The man’s hollow-eyed pale face was still there, right behind Callipso’s eyes, mingling with all the other bodies, piles and piles of them, that she had accumulated over the decades until they all blurred together. Callipso knew now that this was her true nature now — she was a monster, a killer and there was no point in pretending otherwise anymore, none of it had ever done her any good. She no longer considered herself a hero that saved people, the beloved legend that people claimed her to be. She wasn't worthy of this title.

Several hundred years after the tragic death of Callipso's family, the only still living family member, her sister Kallen was also killed in a battle. Callipso was there when it happened, she realized too late that the demon had noticed her among the corpses of the fallen and other, still fighting soldiers and wanted to attack her from behind, and Kallen was the one who saved her from a mortal wound at her own expense. It was too fast, too sudden... the way she was just.. gone as the demon swung. It was jarring, talking and laughing just the day before, and now Kallen was gone forever. Callipso didn’t even see her drop, she heard the sound of her sister's body being cut before she could react and try to stop the demon. Due to her reflexes she swiftly climbed the demon's back and killed it by slicing it's throat in a fit of rage. When she regained her senses, finally realizing what just happened, she looked down and only saw her sister’s corpse cut in two for for a second before turning away, the sight too much to bear. But it was enough for the image to set up home behind her eyelids, welcoming her every time she closed her eyes. She had blamed herself, it was her fault they were still taking part in this battle in the first place. Her sister repeatedly told her not to seek revenge. That it was okay to let it all go and instead focus on helping other victims.
A day after the funeral back in their hometown, Callipso returned to their favourite hidden spot in the forest late at night. It was a spot she and her sister, as children, had frequented many times, and it gave her some semblance of connection. She gazed at the spot under the big tree where Kallen spent, in Callipso’ opinion, far too much time, and for no good reason. Callipso rarely sat down and enjoyed the stillness, being a very energetic child from a young age, the complete opposite of her sister. She sat down at the exact spot, her body slumping as she sunk further into memories, the forest filled with sounds as if every moment spent there with Kallen was happening at once.
Overlaps of laughter, her mother’s stern shush to stop their petty arguments, the distinct sound of her voice as it soared when they sang together; slightly off-key but full of kindness, so completely Kallen. She remembers participating with her whole family in Festival of Lights. They would normally sit together as a family; their father next to Callipso then Kallen, their mother and their little baby brother, Bahrin. She could picture herself as a girl, her legs not yet long enough to touch the floor, left to dangle as she swung them back and forth waiting for the event to start. A slight nudge to her side from Kallen, quiet snickers from both of them as she gave one back, not wanting to alert either of their parents. What did Kallen look like then? She tried to remember if she’d had that annoying growth spurt yet, if her hooves touched the ground. But it was beyond her reach, the specifics of her sister’s face just beyond her vision, the memory of her severed corpse burning over everything. She tried not to give in, to shut it out, but then, a female voice called her name. A voice so clear in her mind that it was as if the woman was speaking right next to her. ‘Lady Callipso,’ it said as it rang through her temple, like the crash, shaking her up from the inside. All of a sudden she realised it wasn’t Kallen’s voice, or her mother’s, and it was happening now, in reality. Her body snapped alive and her right hand came up sharply to reach for her trusty sword.
‘Lady Callipso?’ the voice wasn’t a whisper now, and when she turned to where it was coming from, she noticed a young werewolf, sighing in relief.
‘Oh, it's you Enya’ she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
‘Yes, my Lady, I heard you speaking and a distress in your voice’ replied the girl ‘So I came to see if everything's alright’.

Relationship with Enya

Enya is Callipso's new apprentice.

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