A Hero, I will never be

Just popped into my head while playing Dishonored

Warmth, salty fresh sea air and no bars to surround me.  I was free of the prison that had been my enforced home for the past six months.  But I did not feel free.  As much as my surroundings should have lifted my spirits I was still weighed down by Annamaria’s death.  My eyes closed as blood splashed everywhere and I felt the ghost weight of my beloved crumple into my arms, her full lips stained red from the life blood seeping from between them.  “Save her.  Keep Elizabeth safe.”  Her last request to me was one I could not fulfill.  Little Elizabeth had been taken from me and I know not where.  Every day for six months I fluctuated between anguish for my lost love, fear for Elizabeth’s safety, guilt for not doing more and burning hatred for the man that had betrayed us.  The others soon were buried beneath the last and it soon became this emotion that kept me going the most.  For every whip mark, scorch burn and knife wound that was inflicted my fury was only ratcheted up more.  I would not give this man the satisfaction of seeing my pain.  I felt certain I would soon be entering into death, but a strange note had changed everything.  Now here I stand, physically weakened from the months of imprisonment, but for everything else; emotionally, mentally and spiritually, was ready to find Elizabeth and tear down the man that hurt the two women I love most.  My strength would return in time, empowered by the strange abilities given to me by the Watcher.  I had heard whispers of him, a strange sort of god that the desolate and alone looked to for safety.  I had never been a religious sort, but now I knew better.  The spirit’s words still rung through my mind, ‘It is to you I give these powers that are beyond other mortals, and to you I give the decision of how to us them.  I will be watching you, Caranna.  With great interest’

Those in the pub, those few that I had seen of this supposed resistance looked to me as if I was some savior.  But a hero, I knew I would never be.  I am simply a woman, bent on righting a wrong born of greed and malicious fervor.  I will kill Overseerer Kitrick and enjoy every single painful scream that I will tear from his lips, just as he tore Annamaria from me.  I do not believe a hero is supposed to enjoy such a thing.  But I cannot bring myself to fret over such a thought, nor drudge up any care.  Revenge is owed me and I will exact it.