Divinity and Darkness: Destined Duel in Paradise

In a mansion located in the mountains of Fiore, a young woman wandered the halls. Outside, the moon shined brightly in the night sky, the stars merely little specks in light of its splendor. Inside the mansion, there was no light, and yet the woman saw perfectly, her eyes glowing slightly, as if she were a cat. With her advantage, even the most blackest night was as clear as day to her. And with her curious nature piqued, such a night was like a paradise for her, the freedom to roam and explore.

Something was calling out to her, something she couldn’t explain, and yet she needed to find it, the something that begged her to find it on that night. It did seem, to her, quite foreboding that it was the night before the Dragon King’s Festival that her sleep was interrupted by a mysterious force. The only thing she knew for certain, the whatever it was that wanted her to find it told her to get to the mansion’s library, and that she’d find her answers there.

Reaching the door she was searching for, she quietly opened the door, keeping any un-needed movement to a limit to cut down on the sounds. Entering the room, she closed the door, hearing it latch with a soft click. Once the door was shut, she began to scour the room, the voice growing louder and louder as she moved through the room. After a few moments, she found the source of it all, an old book that looked ready to fall apart at the slightest touch. The moment she held it in her hands, a strange wind kicked up as the book opened itself, stopping on what the woman assumed was a random page. Yet, when she read it, she saw something that made her eyes widen in shock and her breath hitch in her throat; there, on the page, was her name, Morgan Deschain.

“Impossible...” she breathed out  as she read other names on the page. Every one of those names belonged to people long dead, legendary Dragon Slayers one and all. “Why is...how is my name on this list?”

Before Morgan could continue to ponder the events, a bright flash of light filled her vision. In a single moment, she felt herself being transported by a very powerful magic. As the feeling and the light receded, she felt cold winds and snow. With a start, it dawned on her that whatever happened, she wasn’t anywhere near her home. “Where am I?” she whispered, trying to get a grip on her nerves.

Deciding that simply standing around wasn’t going to help her situation, she ran from the area, trying to find anyone who could help her find her way back to her family, back to the only safety she ever knew. Just being out in the open filled her with the old dread, the feeling of being hunted by the monster that gave her the power to kill dragons, and the longer she was exposed, she knew the odds of being found rose rapidly.