Libitina's Tears

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    Libitina looked across the wasteland that was once her home.  The war that devastated everything she ever knew from her past was now over.  The memories flooded her mind like the blood that flowed from the wounds of her enemies and compatriot’s bodies that now lay scattered across the battlefield.  How did this happen?

    Libitina remembered that day in the spring when everything was new and fresh, including her friendship with Andraste.  He was the Prince of Bohdana far to the North.  Traveling with Kamila, his aunt, visiting the princess' beloved Anthea, the Southern country which had been the home of her descendants since time began.

    Kamila had found them one early summer.  Lying beneath a grove of Amator trees, their naked bodies glistened with the morning mist and blushed by the passion of their innocent, treasured love for one another.  Kamila’s loose tongue had led to the death of Andraste, sweet Andraste.  Jealousy taking over the dark soul of the barren and plain, trusted aunt of the prince.  King Bodil had no love loss over the execution of his son.  The mixing of the two kingdoms was strictly forbidden as Bodil saw his people as superior to the mongrels of the south. Besides, he had always perceived Andraste’s compassionate, loving nature as weakness. 

    Libitina’s father, Alexus and his army was no match for the Northern forces and were crushed in two days of savage battle.  The heartless Bodil’s excuse of a broken agreement to engage in a war to annihilate his neighbor and take what he desired. After the battle and fall of Anthea, Libitina’s fate had been death, as well.  Doused with a measure of fuel and set afire, Libitina had prayed to the Goddess, Eira, who felt compassion for the death of the sweet boy and their love, granted mercy to the princess but only to the extent she would survive as a Valdis, a powerful, living-dead being.

    Eira, so angered over Bodil’s all-consuming thirst for glory to equal and even transcend the Gods themselves, granted a power so strong to Libitina she not only survived Bodil’s burning fire as a transformed being but delivered a devastating, unexpected blow to her enemy. The Valdis Libitina, called upon the dark world for revenge and retribution.  With poisonous spears delivered by demons straight from Hell itself, and a fire of her own, spewing forth a rain of burning hailstones from the skies above Anthea, her enemy, was conquered.  Bodil’s ashes swirled in the hot winds of the enraged Valdis’ victory.

    Bearing the scars of pain, in her heart and on her body, she wrapped herself in the clothes of the dead and looked one last time over what was lost. The tears of steam and heartbreak trailed down her smoldering cheek.  Libitina knows her destiny. Waiting, she will resign to wander until called upon by an innocent with a righteous heart to right a wrong and deliver them from injustice.

 

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