• Lunallure began as a sweet, innocent child who's only thought was, "How can I make the world right?" Yet nothing ever turns out the way you would wish...

    Although she was royalty, she had no interest in lounging around or playing with friends. Her father, by her request, hired a man to teach her to fight, to defend, and to find a name for herself. In her spare time, she visited her peoples' homes, seeing if they needed or wanted anything the castle could provide.

    By the time she was 16, she was halfway to her enrollment in her father's army. But a cold feeling had begun to sink into her heart. Her magic was something she could feel and practice at all times, but soon enough, it had begun to fade. She ran to her father in tears, something she hadn't done in years. Instead of finding him alive, however, she found her younger sister standing over his lifeless body, with bloodied hands and a silver knife. With a scream of rage she rushed toward Lunallure and raised the knife. Yet Lunallure's recently betrothed, Fieran, managed to blocked her. The knife deflected off his shoulder bone, but he killed her easily. her sister had had the ability to block and prevent people from using their powers, but now that she's dead, her hold on her sister's power was nonexistent.

    Lunallure was now Queen, husband at her side and a 6 year old son in the process of following in his mother's footsteps. She had started to become suspicious of her High Council's intentions with the royal family. Then, one day, it became crystal clear.

    One night, she was ripped from her bed by at least 10 soldiers in her army. Screaming in despair and pain, she saw her beloved husband's throat slashed, and her son nowhere in sight.

    She was dragged to a confined dungeon where she was beaten and defiled by her own people, people she had known her whole life. And according to the guards outside her cell, these injustices had been planned since her birth. After her sister reached womanhood, the High Council trained her to lie and cheat, and eventually ordered her to kill Lunallure.

    After only a week of these atrocities, an ice began to set into her heart. She didn't care how many people she had to kill, she WOULD find her son and exact vengeance against her tormentors.

    After six months of pain and torture, the High Council ordered her to be trained as an assassin. She began to leave her confinement, only to steal weapons plans from neighboring kingdoms and murder the royalty from beyond her own. The only spark of flame in her heart was the determination to find her beloved son. Once her training for thievery, trickery, death, and destruction was complete, she murdered her captors and threw her remaining people into different cages, sealed them with magic so as they could not escape, and left them to starve. She then went on her journey to find her son, willing herself to be social enough to find allies, all the while slowly descending into darkness.