She considered not telling him, but she felt it was too important for their quickly growing bond to refuse. It wasn’t as though the pain ever went away anyhow. It was always there as fresh as the day it happened.


    “I was imprisoned for daring to fight back against the Gryalth invaders. They killed my husband and my son in front of me. I escaped and found a small flame spirit to bond with. Over time, our bond grew as we fought together against our enemies. Sadly, the odds were never in our favor, and finally, we were outnumbered and greatly overwhelmed. My little Lodern tried to cast me into our spiritual realm to save me. Instead, they used some sort of knife to rip the realm back open and flay his essence from my body. They fed him into their damnable machines.” The spirit hugged her, and she felt the familiar presence again.


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