The years passed, one day their mother fell ill. the sisters, having no one to turn to had to resort to scrounging food where they could, as Dylia‘s condition worsened. The toll on them and crying for help even shouting in hykan, went unheeded by Nobility. Their mothers life was leaving her day by day and they feared she would soon join the Tryn Elascii Khaen, the Creators. the sisters knowledge wasn't enough and warding wasn't reliable, magika forbidden. Furthermore healing herbs were harder to come by, especially in the more barren lands like Orisa, nearly all the locals were corrupt by greed or in exile to the Outskirts. So Kyla and Siriana had to resort to thievery to get what they required. All their efforts were in vain, as a month later their mother passed.

Kyla hated the nobles For their ignorance , they all looked above the kindred of stature lesser than theirs , it sickened her. But what sickened her more was the rodents she caught, were rather lacking in Succulent meats. She yearned for something different, other than the scraps they unearthed form the abandoned alleyways. Ever since the day of her mothers passing, Kyla lost her taste for everything. Even her determination to find something else to accommodate her usually ravenous appetite,had dwindled. Rats would suffice, for now. She sighed Better than nothing at all, she thought every single time she bit into a rats already souring flesh. She swallowed, half in disgust and half with relief. At least the blood helped wash the taste out.

This would change after one particular night… not unlike those nights when her father was still breathing. Kyla shuttered when she thought back to him, the beatings he gave her when she disobeyed him, the helplessness she felt when he would torture their mother. Since those days, she vowed never to be helpless again. This She always felt the hunger. Always…

An alternate option to the rats became apparent, something very foreign yet not unfamiliar. This would draw out the blood-hunger that she kept hidden deep in the recesses of her mind. It came about in a not so unfamiliar scenario.

Kyla was scrounging for food when five men approached, "Look at them." one man said. they Kyla had been to busy catching a rat, to pay any mind to the comment. "Aren't they too beautiful to leave to waste?" this Immediately pricked up her elfaen ears, she began scrambling away, a man lunged at her, pinning her to the ground. "Dreil, Isnt this girl, a feisty one, eh?"

Kyla struggled against her assailant as he unbelted, and grabbed her stroking her cheek. She bit his hand, he slapped her. "Fucking cenre."

“Kyla!” her sister screamed, as two others drew blades on her.

the man overshadowing Kyla stripped her bare, forced her down her head was forced back, she was powerless to stop them. her yelling was leaving her hoarse.

She kicked out, "Stop struggling!!, the man struck out harder, sending her head ricocheting off the hard stone of the ally. “Kyla!” her sister shouted out, as 2 others of the men drew blades on her. the men stripped her bare, forced her down her head was forced back, she was powerless to stop them. the fifth man just stood there and watched, as they took them. she thought she saw something in his eyes, a hint of sadness, but she couldn't be sure as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Kyla no longer heard her sisters moans when she awoke, feeling rather woozy, she got to her feet, her vision fuzzy all she could smell was blood,

her legs and jaw ached. The wound from her hand had opened up in the struggle. She looked around, there was no sign of Siriana. She called out, the best she could but there was no response.

Kyla collapsed, vulnerable and cold, she propped herself against a corner ,her lids felt heavy, and she fell asleep.

Her approach was as silent as a cat stalking prey. Her sister had been cornered by four thugs. she had seen these men many times there used to be five , But lately that larger man was nowhere to be seen. She never had known who they were, only that they tormented the vulnerable, like her and her sister. Kyla at first could watch in horror, as she followed the men around. feeling the fire burn, She had to do something, She already knew. Why am I hesitating? She asked herself, as she slowly drew her dagger, and in a ritualistic sort of way, sliced her scarred palm open.

From those same shadows emerged her sister, wielding the wicked dagger.

Frozen in fear her sister stared off, One of her assailants lunged at her, but Kyla intervened sliding between them, slashing the blade across his face. the man grabbed at the wound In pain, blood oozed slowly from the fresh cut, struck out with the blade, ,startling the others The one to Kyla's left lashed out, this gave her an advantage, slipping wisely from the startled man’s grasp swinging her leg she planted her foot squarely on the assailants assets.

Kyla grinned wickedly

but she couldn't help notice the strange girl in front of her. confusion spread across her face this was her dear loving sister wasn't it? Kyla herself felt like she was no longer in control, She saw the flash of the blade once more as it sliced upward penetrating her former captors neck. The body crumpled, Blood sprayed in all directions what truly unnerved her was the burst of elation welling up inside her as she tore the blade free.

All of a sudden she froze. Kyla found she couldn't move , all she could do was think, Have to run, She whispered, Have to run… but her body wouldn't listen, suddenly collapsed in a ball, curling around herself, Holding herself tighter and tighter.

Kyla only opened her eyes when she felt her sisters tight embrace. The first man lay on the dirt head bloody and, His vacant stare. She saw gradually as the mans soul had slipped into in the clutches of Koruuns Void. Kyla looked around The other men were nowhere to be seen.

Kyla thought as she rubbed her eyes, trying to rid herself of the sight of those Empty eyes. Before she could blink, her hunger began overwelm her senses.