There's a void in my heart, that no man can fill. An anger in my heart, that no man can quench. A hatred in my heart, that no man can douse.
- Vinnandra'a Musings in Saegra's Empty Diary, Gifted To Her By Lord Albridge.
THREE YEARS LATER
When Vinnandra was twenty-one, she always had a dream.
In this dream, her mother would caress her red hair, her fingers combing through it. And then, her mother would bend and whisper in her ears; 'Your hair was forged by the very spell that was spoken from a witches lips. Your hair would be the very thing that will burn this world and it's all! Destruction, destruction is what it is!"
A white light hit Vinnandra squarely on the forehead causing her to stagger back. She shook it off, annoyed that yet again, she had lost her concentration.
Marenda tsked, obviously annoyed. "I can see that it is not enough to have the power. The will is something else."
