[Ithaeliel]

Awakening to a cold, grey morning, a tall figure stood alone upon a precipice, the chill winds blowing her long black hair everywhere. Her name was Endereth. She looked down upon the forest, cold and dark, the trees creeping up the side of the mountain and barely stopping a half-mile from where she stood. She pulled her blue cape tighter about her, and her tears fell freely. She was young, still a child in the eyes of her people, and had suffered great loss. She had been out chasing a rabbit for that night's dinner, and the rest had waited for her in the glade... there was Blackmage, Flyer, Anoroth, Eranor, and the youngest, Flyer's daughter Nessa, named for the Vala. She was but ten years old, still innocent and cheerful. But Endereth had returned to find them dead. Nessa was next to her father, still barely alive, bleeding to death. Endereth had tried to save her, and she asked what could have done this. The child replied with few words: "The black beast..." and it was then that she, too, did pass into the shadow world, a child barely given a chance to live.
Endereth had spent weeks trying to find this murderous creature, but to no avail. Today, she was ready to give up, when suddenly she heard screams and the roaring of a horrid monster echoing across the valley. Endereth heard it coming from nearby, and she somehow perceived that her time had come for vengeance against her 'family's' killer. Jumping down, she sprinted lightly as a deer down the mountainside, never stumbling, until she reached the trees.