<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i47.tinypic.com/359idsp.jpg)</div><em>It knew her name? She froze as the name passed the lips of the Spirit walking towards her. She stared at him her blinks almost owlish, the dagger she held grasped with white knuckled ferocity. He is here with me, and he is real! Elated that the Death-Seer in her dreams was not a slip of her mind into madness. Or had she truly fallen into mental disrepair? A breath left her mouth in a puff as she chose not to  listen to his words lost in her own reverie. The sound of the horn, and then the response of many sent a dark chill straight into her marrow. He was leading her back to the precipice, back up...up...up. She climbed with him staring at the blood on his blade and then finally she heard his voice, dark and torturous to her ears.<br/><br/><strong>"Kill them, Maeryn. let us out."</strong><br/><br/>That voice burnt into her very soul and those jade green eyes centered on the two Orc guards that blocked her freedom. The dagger she had clutched felt heavy in her palm as she stared with lethal intent at her victims. A scream ripped from a parched throat in a shrill keening howl. This was why her Kingdom had feared her, this was why she had been plucked from the fires of her village as a child. This was her Destiny. Hissed words echoed in her subconscious egging her on in a chant. <br/><br/><strong>"Follow my red, right hand....then kill them all." </strong><br/><br/>She leapt in fury at the first of the two Orc, with a vicious upward strike the dagger ripped in-between the seams of poorly made armor eviscerating the heavy gutted lookout with nary a second thought. As the Orc fell forward she lifted a bare foot to his midsection kicking him aside while yanking free her blade, his blood slickening her foot. She skidded slightly in the warmth and ducked the swing of the second lookouts fist. The whoosh over her dirty red locks made her narrow her gaze on the face of her enemy. Her breathing shallow, and her eyes vacant, the scent of blood filled her nostrils with its tangy bouquet. With another leap into the other Orc she brought the dagger sideways into its throat, hanging her weight on the blade and ripping the Orc's scream straight from its mouth leaving only the bloody hiss of a death rattle. She fell with her enemy this time landing on his chest with a dull thud removing the dagger in a spray of gore that wept across her face like the paint of a warrior true.<br/><br/>This was no Queen, this was the savage adopted spawn of Draxin Vayos, acolyte of Hahrutyne, blood letter, and Mistress of Darkness. She looked over her shoulder at the Death Seer who commanded her to kill and bringing the blade to her lips licked the salty tang of blood from the steel of the blade with not even a shudder of revulsion. She could hear more coming up the red bloody path he led her and she would cut them down as well if they rounded the bend. Her voice was a command as she spoke to her savior jade green eyes narrowed and dangerous.  <br/><br/><strong>"Get me OUT!"  </strong>    <br/></em>