• Abandoned by her own family, Hannah devoted herself to the only things she still possessed, faith. Her faith was in Lord Beck, though he was God of Darkness she couldn't but help feel soothed in his temples. This for the most part should have been a clue to how her life would end, but it wasn't. She would never realize that because of her faith.

    Her faith in a man, no a god, who is about to be forgotten. A god who is about to betrayed not only by man but by his fellows. A god that will go into hiding and call on her.

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    "Get out of my house!" A sickly thin bony woman called, her straw hair flailing as mush as her arms as she yelled at her daughter. "I will not have this! This is not aloud!" A leather bond book with withered pages and worn patches on the binding hit the dirt outside the small home. The book was a pray book, it was for her daughter's faith.

    Hannah straightened her back and grabbed the book before running along the dirt towards, towards anywhere but there. She ran from her mother's shouts, her father's silence, and her sister and brother's tears. They were still children could she blame them for not helping her? Yes she could, for she was still a child herself.

    She clung to the book, praying to her god, as she ran. Hot tears ran down her face. It was terrible, she was of Magrick blood but could not believe in what her ancestors believed in. No, not in her home, not in her mother's house. She had to get away and this is the only way. She never looked back to that small run down planks of wood she had called home for the past sixteen years.

    Hannah couldn't remember how long she walked and wondered the land, never coming close to the Quil's land and with no passes other than boats had been found to go north any other way and she had no money, she stayed below those lands. She traveled south and to the west.

    It was there that she saw the Eastern influence lessen. It was Magrick teachings and learning, that she had searched for, for so long and had finally had found. As she traveled deeper into these lands, she found it hard to believe that the Easterns had ever entered with their wealth and teachings into the western continent.

    It was Welsi, at the end of the Jan'cre Reir, River of Sorrow in the old tongue, that she stopped walking at. Two old churches stood side by side dedicated to Lady Tela, Goddess of Light and the only god that the Eastern men believed in, and Lord Beck. She entered the one of black stone and glossy gray marble.

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    Ten years later, the town of Welsi was not as well off ten years before when belief in Lord Beck was aloud but look down upon. Now the Eastern Kingdom ruled all, they made the rules. And the people could do nothing else to but follow, for the enemy had an army, a well trained well populated army. They followed the rules in the open but in the dead of night people prayed to Beck.

    Only two or three priests of Beck still roamed, they had to roam never aloud to stay long for the fright of being caught, the land of the western continent. Hannah was one of these priests. She followed in the path brought to her by Lord Beck and she taught this.

    Over the ten years, Hannah had became stricter and more posed, she acted as if in noble status instead of a peasant's daughter. She was well-mannered and expected respect even when she did not return the offer.

    At the moment it was dark, the small group of four were in the barn of a forgotten farmhouse and were waiting for the burning light of lanterns up the path to vanish. It was only an hour before had the small boy, close to Hannah's side, had came to warn them of the army's presence and that the General Lipus is with the group of army men.

    General Lipus was known for his cruel punishment of traitors of faith, death by burning or starvation, or even being tied to a rock and thrown to the sharks. He was not one the group wanted to be found by, but the lights keep getting closer.

    Then the barn doors opened; two men and one woman with her child and Hannah looked into the face of the man, they would know as Lipus. The General smiled.

    "What do we have here? A party? Did we frighten you? We're very sorry but we heard of a gathering of Nonfaiths, do you know any?" Nonfaiths, that's what they called believers in Beck. Hannah frowned, straightened her back and stepped forward.

    "You're looking at them." The group behind her protested but bows strung and arrows shot, silencing the group. Hannah did not look back. She heard the protest of the dying woman praying for her son's life, who was already gone.

    "Grab the priest, I want to show the rest of this continent what we do to Nonfaiths. Two guards grabbed her arms and pulled her away, she started to pray to Beck. She prayed but not for her life but so that these mortals, she considered herself above them, to be punish. This is what caught Lord Beck's attention in his hidden temple.

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    Four days later of no food or water the guards had escorted her to the flat tip of a local mountain with many watchers. She was placed near the edge, her feet and hands bound. She faced the crowd, the people watched her. Some woman cover the eyes of the younger and the men all held disgruntled looks except for the Nonfaiths in the crowd. They watched her with worried expressions. Thinking this could be me.

    "Nonfaiths, this woman is a nonfaith. I will show you what we do to those who believe in nothing!" The crowd yelled nothing over and over again, until the General began walking closer to the woman. "Any last words of regret?"

    Hannah did not speak, the General smiled, then she yelled, "My final regret is that I will not get to see the destruction of you people. I will not get to see the death brought upon you from Lord Beck!" Her tone was fierce, but the General's eyes were on fire. He shoved her and she fell.

    Falling to the ground she prayed one last time for their, those people's, death. And Beck reached out, Grab my hand and I will let you see those people's death. Hannah grabbed the hand not realizing who's it was or how it was there for all she knew was she wanted to see their death, their death brought by Lord Beck. She was anted to see that, that revenge. Her real hand touched the welcoming hand and vanished from air. The General never found her body, this for years distributes the faith of the watchers.

    Hannah face a man grabbed in black robes, she could not see his face but he gave the feeling of power. She was standing in a room of dark marble. "Where...who are you?" She asked, hoping it was one to trust.

    "I am Master." Hannah could do nothing but bow.