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It wasn’t raining and Taillte felt it ought to be. The day was bright and sunny; beautiful… so completely different from her feelings! She was burying her parents; tears streaming down her face as she dug a hole into the garden she and her mother had so lovingly built. The day should have been raining; thundering Tai felt… but instead it was the type of day she loved to work in the garden in. A gentle breeze fluttered by and cooled her swearing brow.

She picked up the body of her mother... well, picked up the edges of the cloak wrapped around her mother, and dragged it into the pit, wincing as the body tumbled in ungracefully, sprawling the bloody corpse into a messy pile. She should have been lowered with dignity; but Tai was too weak to do so. She should have been alive! But Tai was too cowardly and hadn’t even helped in the fight that had claimed her life.

Her father joined her mother… they would have liked that Taillte hoped. He should have been lowered with dignity, placed in an extra-large grave so they could have lain peacefully side by side for all eternity. But now they lay in a mess at the bottom of a simple pit. They should have had mourners and a priest to bless them… all they had was their cowardly daughter. She wailed and collapsed on the ground near the pit edge, pleading with the spirits, begging them to take care of her parents and guide them to Lurin’s side. A prayer she barely managed through her gasping sobs. And when the crying finally stopped she stumbled into the now empty ransacked house to try and find burial gifts... anything to help her parents in the afterlife. There wasn’t much; the tall bug monsters had taken most of what she would have given her parents… but she managed to find a few gifts they would have appreciated. Books, incense, flowers… and a pendent. The one her mother always wore that supposedly kept bad luck away. That she kept for herself: to remind herself of her mother and what she had lost. To keep it always in her mind that she was bad luck and a coward and needed to grow strong. And perhaps to keep her bad luck from hurting others.

She went outside and finished the simple ritual of giving the gifts and flowers to her parents before she started to shovel the dirt back in.

Dusk was falling as she finished the final touches; markers for her family… and the burning of her house. It was cursed now: no one would ever live here now that monsters had killed the owners. Her grief was mixed now with anger. Anger at herself, anger at the monsters, anger at… everything in general.

As the fires took and leapt up the sides of the house and consumed her past life she made an oath; done in passion, grief, and anger it was an oath she could not break; one to Dafiel herself. The goddess of the forgotten, the dark one.

“My life for my parents. My cowardice for their loss. I swear to avenge them! To overcome my cowardice and kill those that killed them. I will not stop, will not live again till it is complete. I will only seek this and may the Spirits be my witness and my watcher. May they punish me nad me alone for my cowardice. So mote be it.” She said, eyes hard as she swore herself to a life of vengeance devoid of cheer or happiness till the vengeance was fulfilled.