Malevor

Malevor

Alune walked up the steps leading to the entrance of the Silver Sanctum. it was eerily quiet and she could not see a single soul. Her body still ached from her fight but she forced her way home. As she reached the top of the steps, she noticed the open doors of the Sanctum. One of the statues of the Moonmaiden, usually standing tall and welcoming, was destroyed from the waist up. 

Alune started moving faster even through the pain and finally got to the doors and pushed them fully open. Alune fell to her knees as she set eyes on the hallway in front of her. Her sisters, brothers and teachers lay scattered all over the hall. Some held rudimentary weapons in hand but most seemed to have died running further into the sanctum. 

As Alune lost herself to despair, the moonlight streamed in through the open doors, bathing her in its warm, ethereal glow. It felt like a gentle caress. The strength she thought had abandoned her returned, fueled by celestial luminescence.

With a determined stride, Alune navigated through the desolate hallway, her heart heavy with grief. The Sanctum that once buzzed with spiritual fervor and scholarly discussions was now eerily silent, save for the hollow echoes of her own footsteps. The path led her to the main chamber, the heart of the Silver Sanctum. This room had been the hub of all activity, a place where the leaders convened, discussed, and guided their followers. Now, it lay in disarray.

As she pushed open the grand doors, a devastating sight met her eyes. The leaders of the Sanctum, the pillars of wisdom and guidance, lay motionless. Among them, she recognized a figure that made her heart lurch — her father.

Her father, who had been a beacon of strength and wisdom, was lifeless. His usually vibrant eyes were closed, his face calm as if in a deep slumber. The sight threatened to overwhelm her once more but she still felt the calming presence emanating from the moonlight.

Alune rushed to her father’s side, falling to her knees. She cradled her fathers’s lifeless hand, the cold touch a contrast to the warm, comforting grip she was used to. Tears coursed down her cheeks, falling silently onto the stone floor. But even amidst the overwhelming grief, the moonlight continued to filter in through a broken window, casting a gentle glow over the grim scene. It seemed to linger on her father, illuminating his peaceful features, almost as if the Moonmaiden herself was offering a final, silent tribute.

Her tears subsided, replaced by a resolve that hardened with every passing moment. She gently laid her father’s hand down and rose to her feet. She would find who was responsible and bring them to justice no matter what it takes. Alune’s thoughts of vengeance stilled as she thought of her family. if there were any survivors of what happened here she would find them first and only then justice shall be done.