Laurel's perspective:
I could feel my mana slowly draining from me. It was different from normal; this was a type of drain that even my condition could not fix. I had once been a great adventurer, an A ranked adventurer who would cause fear in monsters everywhere.
I had already reached Archwizard status at 22. My growth was unprecedented. But it was destined to come to a violent end. The God of Magic who had blessed me as a child came to me when I was asleep. At the ripe age of 25 would die. That was this year, I was destined to die this year.
He has told me a lot of things, but not how I would die. He told me I would have a daughter whose power would one day be much higher than my own. A power that would cause mortals to tremble, though I would never see it.
He never told me how that daughter would come to be, if he had told me how she would come to be then perhaps I would have never gone on that mission. I would never have accepted to investigate the growing corruption that had existed in it.
But I did, and we were ambushed. We were ambushed by that despicable Dryad. It had infected me with something... I do not know what, but it slowly began to drain my power, giving that power to the Dryad.
If that was not enough it wiped out my entire party, save my brother who managed to escape. He was an assassin, much like my daughter. I have to say she takes after him much more than she does me. Even her personality is much like his.
I will never forget the moment I met her in that despicable place. That place that I cannot think about without rage filling my heart. She had been so small, but not innocent. I could tell from the beginning that she was a visitor, but that did not bother me. After I was friends with quite a few visitors, my late fiancé himself was a visitor.
I did however find it strange that she had originally been a he. But he/she seemed content with her sex change, so I did not mess with it. Besides, I happened to have a useless bum at home that would be perfect for her.
When she helped me escape despite the risk to her life, I knew she would become someone great. She was but a small goblin, a trash mob that only the weakest of adventurers would be sent to deal with. And yet, she dared to take on the entire clan by herself.
And she did so beautifully. Her utilized her limited magical ability to put the horde to sleep, and then used her unique poison element to kill them. It was beautiful. I even left her my wand, that beautiful pistol that I had spent hundreds of thousands of coins on. Of course, I sealed it first. such a low leveled mage does not need the full power of that pistol. When I die the enchantment will begin to fade, slowly becoming something that she can lean on.
When she finally showed up at the guild, I had mixed feelings. I felt extreme elation because this was my daughter. The daughter who fought so bravely for me. I felt revulsion because of what had happened to me. That and because she was a dark elf. A cursed being. Her core had already advanced, at a speed that was much faster than my own. She was only a week old!
I told her she was a scion, but I knew that was not the case. Poison element exists in only one branch of magic. A school that has been considered taboo to even think about. She was a Necromancer. A powerful one at that.
It slowly became apparent she was his heir. The worst necromancer in the history of Kaos. The Necromancer that made even the light side of necromancy a taboo in society. But she did not care. She simply soldiered on even knowing the fate that awaited her.
My heart began to melt when her relationship with Alex began to blossom, only for it to grow cold when I had found out what the Goddess of war had done. She dared to use my niece as a flesh suit. Not on my watch. Thankfully, I was an important disciple of the God of Magic. With some sacrifice on my part I was able to convince the god to have her back off. It was not a perfect solution, but it was enough.
And then the mantis happened. That damn Bug god. How dare he betray the light like that, going to the dark side and abandoning the people of Kaos. He almost killed my niece in the process. These children will be the death of me yet. If I weren't fated to die this year, I would swear they were trying to put me in an early grave.
Finally, it happened, my daughter brought the worst news, the news I had been dreading. The bug god had gathered his troops, he was planning an attack. He was working with that damned Dryad. But what could the god of corruption want with this city? Why would he send one of his generals to this remote corner of the world? I do not know. But it cannot be good.
I have been busy trying to plan for war, but my daughter once again brought horrible news to us. The bug God is much more ruthless than we had thought, his movement to the dark much more permanent than I had feared. To use the body seizing insects was an unveiled provocation to the light. Our planning can only get more stringent. How are we to find all those infected.
The war has started. I can feel me fated enemy approaching. I must leave this city if I am to defeat it. There is too much for us to lose here.