I fell asleep with the scent of smoke and industry in my nostrils.

I awoke to the blessed perfume of decay.

Once I sang for the five greatest families of our land; that their deeds would go down in history and their sons would know the legend of great fathers. My voice carried them into peace.

On my own, I am just one voice and right now I am alone.

In my dreaming I heard a mighty boom and saw a burst of flames. Three babes screamed in agony and their cries roused me from the depths of my trance.

Whenever I opened my eyes and took a breath I smelled the stench of bodies in the air and it filled my veins with power. How can I go back to sleep now? There is hate amongst man. There are guns in their hands. They are set on destroying each other and it makes my eyes fill with tears of joy.

I pulled up from the ground where I lay amongst the cliffs and stones.

I wish to be the arm of violence. I want to take up my swords and reap souls on the wings of my sisters.

There is just one problem. I know not where my sisters are in the world. So, all I have is my voice.

On the wind I can smell a place of violence. It is a place where there is great injustice and hatred amongst its citizens. Surely, this is where my sisters will flock. Together we can be reunited in this place.

I slip through the Dreaming and adorn myself with glamour. One light foot at a time I step onto the cobblestone streets of this world. It's name is RhyDin.

I have to believe I will find my sisters here.