Inactive-Ydril ze Omun

The night that I came into the World was marked by the fiercest storms that anyone in my village could ever remember. The thunder was a terrible sound, the lightning lit up the sky, the rain fell in sheets. When my mother first saw me the storm swallowed up her screams so that none could hear them. My father said that she must have lain with a Demon, that I was no child of his, was Demon spawn.

He was right.

That was twenty five years ago.