"Revenge" sounds so mean, that's why I prefer to call it "Returning the favor"

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Titles

Vaciavia's Champion

Nightmare

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Born as a Capry, Cyrina bore knowledge of magic from a very young age. Her parents were high in their society due to their extensive history in magic and her siblings were just alike. She was always such a curious child considering that she got into trouble a lot when it came to learning about things. Touching, inspecting, or simply bothering any creature hoping to learn about them. Her favorite thing is books, she always had at least a few on her. Learning anything that she possibly could from them, whether it was the outside world or the smallest of creatures or the easiest of spells.

Cyrina's father always kept an eye on her to make sure that his small daughter wasn't causing a problem. Mother wasn’t always available as she was mainly assisting or helping out with their home, her father used to say. One day he decided to stimulate her mind with a small trip outside of their home, he hoped that this would be a good memory for her to have when she would set out on her own. When she heard the news this excited her to restless sleep.

The day came and finally, she was to travel the seas to a new place and meet new things or old things from her books. It wasn't halfway through the dangerous tides that a storm rocked the ship and unfortunately for the young child, a strong wind threw her overboard. She managed to grab ahold of floating debris from the ship but that was the last time Cyrina saw her father as she drifted away in the rough waves that the storm caused. When she came from her slumber she noticed a group of slaves assisting her. Bruises, scars, and even fresh wounds could be seen on them and their eyes looked empty... like they had lost the will to live. A large figure caught her eye and she noticed that he was of Manu descent with a Serpent like Daimon near his presence, evil could be felt reeking from these men.

“As of today you are no one but my property, my slave, you will wake to work and you will sleep with thoughts of work.”

Escape

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From that day forth the small child had to learn from the others. Cleaning, cooking, washing... it was repetitive and obnoxious but eventually with cuts and pain she quickly learned and adjusted to her new life. While being here Cyrina became friends with a monstrous creature with all sorts of weapons coming out of it's dark form, but it didn't scare her all she could do was hand the creature little flowers that she picked from the grass or bring it things that she found amusing. Through these small gestures, Cyrina made a close friend with the monster and whenever things weren't going right she would sneak into the cage from how small she was to be with it. Things became more relaxed having her around the place and fewer beatings happened thanks to her efficiency. As the years passed, the slaves became more lively thanks to her child-like spirit but of course, this was only during the times of night when the master was asleep or when he was away from the home. Cyrina took those opportunities to take books from his library and finish them before he would return. Keeping her mind fresh and learning more about magic.

One day Cyrina went to see her friend but he was no longer there. Gone. Her safe escape was taken ruthlessly from her and she was now alone once again. Through time she grew more and more, seeing her friends come and go and watching from the corner of her eyes as her Master threw glances at her. At first, she thought it was simply because he was considering selling her to the highest bidder or perhaps he was watching her work but that innocent mind only kept her from his true intentions until she became of age.

She was beautiful, eye candy for the guests who came to his home, offers were made and all were refused by the Master. The friends she had made were becoming worried as to why the Master requested most of her time to be in his presence whenever he needed a slave to do his errands. The girls warned her of his behavior and made her aware to keep alert and at a safe distance from him.

That didn’t stop him from getting what he wanted. Her.

In a fit of struggling from under his large form as he tried to get his way with her, the girl had lost control of her emotions and after losing them she let out a fire spell from her hand that was near his face. Loose sparks of fire bounced in the home immediately setting it ablaze as he covered his face in agony from the direct burn. The scared Capry managed to escape running down the corridors as fast as she could. Letting the flames take over from her wild spell, the slaves from the house escaped from their chains along with her but she was to carry the burden of all of this.

Managing to escape into the market area his slavers would lose track of her within the piled-up crowd.

Contract

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Once the dust had settled and months had passed, wanted papers were placed in different places, and the knees of this girl traveled thanks to bounty hunters, mercenaries, and the likes to receive the disgusting amount he placed on her head. No one knew the whereabouts of the girl.

A weary wanderer had picked up the wanted notice, gazing at it in discussion as he searched for another job to add to his belt. A book on his side and a mask to keep a mystery. Only he knew of her location. Cyrilo, a traveling Bladesinger will be the only person that would know of this wanted girl because he was she.