Mist, the Explosive Assassin

Name: Mist
Appearance Age: 17
True age: 87
Sex: female
Personality: Mist, or Mistrea Fenadir as she was once known, was once a sweet little girl who had a terrible childhood, and was mercilessly bullied because she is half human. Twisted by years of abuse and the death of the only person who ever loved her, Mist was warped into a notorious assassin. Mist is erratic, excitable, and insane. She is extremely unpredictable, and is as likely to blow someone up as boop them on the nose. Mist can often be heard having one sided conversations with herself, but in her head she is being answered back by Priscilla, the girl Mist loved most in the world, the girl she killed by accident when she tried to protect her with her untrained powers. The moment Priscilla died, Mist’s mind cracked, and over the years the cracks grew until it finally shattered and she went insane.

Priscilla was the first and last person Mist has felt any romantic feelings towards, and has no real interest in people in that way. Maybe because she’s still in love with a ghost in her head, or she’s never found anyone who made her feel that way again, or maybe the part of her that could love died with Priscilla. Mist has no moral compass, and doesn’t really understand that what she’s done in the past was wrong, or why blowing someone up isn’t really acceptable. She draws the line at killing children, even if Priscilla might tell her otherwise, but she remembers all the terrible things her mother put her through and can’t bring herself to inflict that on a child. Mist loves the power and force and noise created by her explosive abilities, and relishes using them, revelling in the chaos that ensues. She lives for that chaos, and can get swept away by it.

Mist is quite young mentally, having never really grown up properly. While she’s a capable and deadly fighter she’s never been independent. She struggles to take care of herself, and has always had someone, even though she’s been abandoned multiple times. Her Father and mother, Calos and Gabriella, Mariel, and even Helodir, who saved her from prison and gave her a fresh start, albeit as his pet assassin. Mist craves acceptance and love, and because of this she is easily manipulated. She is a weapon, and with the right words and actions, someone can wield her very effectively. She’s not stupid though, and will never be tricked by the same person twice, and she does not take kindly to being lied to.

Mist is playful and never very serious. She can get angry, but it takes quite a lot to drive her into a rage. While she’s a deadly assassin, she cares very little about unimportant details like targets names or what they did to warrant assassination. She does like to stalk her targets for a few days, break into their house and move things, while watching to see how they react, before finally dealing with them. She will generally only aim for the target, avoiding guards and non-targets, rather than going through them.

Mist has an unhealthy obsession with Knightfall, who killed her adoptive father before trying to kill her. While she should be hell bent on getting revenge, she instead found herself fascinated by the killer. He became an idol, someone who proved that she could kill who she liked and fuck the consequenses. Even when he tried to kill her a second time, many years later, she saw it as a game. He left a scar on her both times, and she bears them proudly. Mist has no problem with any particular race, and will work with heanta, Eldari, humans and everything else. She is unphased by insults, and will usually respond by annoying the person as much as possible, or attempting to blow them up, which depends entirely on who they are and if she’s been told whether or not she can kill them.

Likes

• Knightfall: she has an unhealthy obsession with the assassin known as knightfall, a killer famous across the lands of Ka’lesa. She can name every single kill he's made in the freelands and likes to follow him, even though he’s tried to kill her, twice.
  
• Priscilla: With her since they met in the academy, not even death could separate them. Priscilla’s been a constant companion for Mist, and is the embodiment of her ruthless side.
  
• Blowing Things Up: she's a serial killer and assassin whose goto weapon is explosive magic. Her targets don’t even know they're dead, but everyone else certainly does.
  

Dislikes

• Boats: She really hates boats. They’re cramped, smelly and wobbly. Plus, she gets seasick, and she lost her second favourite knife on a boat.
  
• Being Underestimated: Mist is many things, but weak is not one of them. She’s a deadly assassin, and while being unassuming can be beneficial, she doesn’t like being looked down on by allies.
  
• Liars: She hates when people lie to her. She’s no lie detector, but if she does catch someone in a lie she will not be happy.
  

Fears

• Yavanna: Mist fears facing Yavanna because she’s still fond of her, and deep down hopes that one day the Eldari will accept what Mist had to do. She doesn’t want to fight her, or hurt her.
  
• Rejection: Mist craves acceptance beyond anything else, and fears being rejected or abandoned, even though it’s happened time and again.
  
• Sea Serpents: Going back to the boat thing, not only are they all sorts of bad, they attract the attention of giant monsters in the sea, and there is one thing Mist can’t explode. Sea monsters.
  

Height: 5’6”
Weight: 90 lbs
Appearance: Mist is half human, giving her a very graceful frame from her eldari side, with hazel eyes ringed with gold, and rounded ears from her human side. Mist’s hair is extremely long, reaching down past her back, and she keeps it tied up into two long ponytails, with bangs to the right side of her face. Its natural colour is a dark blonde, but she uses magic to dye it a medium blue. Her skin is pale, as if she hasn’t spent much time in the sun, and is relatively clear and untouched, barring a scar across her lower back and along her forearm, courtesy of the times Knightfall has attempted to kill her, which she is extremely proud of. She has several light blue clouds, with a darker blue outline, tattooed along her right arm and down her right side, down to her hip. She is petite, and slightly underweight.

Clothing: Mist wears a variety of outfits, depending on the need and situation. Her most common clothing is a tank top with four brass rings in the front, looped through with white cloth, that covers her chest and back, leaving her shoulders and midriff exposed. The top is cinched tight with a leather strap. She wears a pair of striped red and pink pants, with knee high leather boots. She wears a full arm sleeve on her left arm held in place with leather straps, and a pair of striped forearm sleeves that match her pants, along with black leather gloves. She wears a choker made of multiple loops of leather around her neck. A belt with a small sash attached also holds a compact quiver on the back, where she stores bolts for her bolt launcher and her variety of alchemical bombs. She may also wear a short cloak that covers her head and shoulders, reaching down to her waist if she wishes to obscure her presence.



General Fighting Tactics: Mist is a speedy magi, who relies heavily on her speed to keep herself out of danger, while utilising her arsenal of explosive abilities to blow her enemies sky high. Her powers are composed of metal creation, fire, and explosive force, which she combines into a variety of powerful destructive abilities. She has ample magical power to fuel her abilities, and while she may very well be completely insane, she’s a tactical genius, and has the climbing skills of a cat, easily finding her way up to high places.

Mist is not a close range fighter. While she can use hand to hand and daggers well, she lacks the strength and toughness to hold her own for very long, unless she’s fighting someone equally weak and frail. She is a phenomenal markswoman, capable with bows and crossbows. Her go to weapon is her Bolt launcher due to its size and ease of use in tight situations, which she tries to avoid.

Combat Stats-

Strength || Poor
Speed || Very good
Agility || Average
Durability || Poor
Stamina || Average
Magical power || Very good

Strengths:

• Mobility: Mist excels at climbing, jumping and manoeuvring her way up, around, and down from high places. She can scale almost any surface as long as it's rough enough to get a little grip, and her speed while performing these acts suffers very little.
  
  
• Tactical aptitude: Despite her common practice of blowing shit up and asking questions never, Mist is not just a crazy bomber. She is capable of tactical thinking and using her wits to control the flow of a fight. If she thinks something isn’t going to go her way, she will look for a different angle of approach, or leave a few presents and get out of there all together. Unless something or someone has pissed her off.
  
  
• Ranged Weaponry: She is a natural marksman, one of the only things she excelled at in all of her time in the academy was bows, while her natural talent allowed her to adapt to crossbows over time. She’s even good with thrown weapons, though she avoids them because they don’t pack quite as much punch in her hands.
  

Weaknesses:

• close range combat: While Mist is capable of using a dagger or hand to hand to inflict damage, she quickly begins to suffer if she is trapped in a close quarters fight. She needs room to move, making small rooms and hallways are her worst enemy.
  
  
• Defensive capabilities: Mist knows only one thing, and that is how to make things go boom. Because of this, she suffers when it comes to defensive capabilities, both physically and magically, and has no defensive powers.
  
  
• Mental Instability: Mist is undoubtedly unhinged, and while she seems to be in a semblance of control of herself, she can easily be pushed over the edge, either by being pissed off by her opponent, or through mental attacks.
  

Primary Equipment
Name: Bolt Launcher
Type: ranged
Description: A hand held magic powered bolt launcher that shoots darts roughly half the length of a standard crossbow bolt. Its built similar to a hand crossbow, with two rails to slot the bolt between and no bow limbs. While it only has an effective range of 50ft due to the bolts size, it is very fast to reload, requiring Mist to simply slot a bolt onto the rails with enough force to set the trigger mechanisms, and packs a surprising punch due to the magical nature of the weapon. The Bolts compact size means she can easily carry 30 on her person without a quiver.
Enchantments:

Name: bolt charge Type: support Damage Category: N/A Description: a simple enchantment placed inside on the rails of The bolt launcher. When the trigger is pulled it provides a charge of magical power to the bolt loaded into it, causing it to shoot forward in a similar fashion and speed to a crossbow bolt. Duration/Cooldown: N/A

Secondary Equipment
Name: Enmity
Type: small weapon
Description: A long, curved Eldari dagger, Enmity is Mist’s back up weapon, used only when she’s forced into hand to hand. Its fine craftsmanship is very similar to the same blades used by knightfall, though the blade is etched with silvery clouds, rather than vines. It had a sibling, but Mist lost it on a boat.

Extra Equipment
Name: Mist’s Smoke Bombs
Type: Thrown Support
Description:
These small capsules contain an alchemical mixture that creates a plume of smoke when exposed to air. Mist can throw them at the ground to create a smokescreen to cover her retreat. The smokescreen has a radius of 10 foot and is centered on the spot where the smoke bomb hits. The smoke is a vibrant pink, and obscures vision for a post before dissipating rapidly.
Amount: 2
Cost: 200

Name: Mist’s Flash Bombs
Type: Thrown Support
Description:
These small round orbs are made of a volatile alchemical compound that creates a powerful flash along with bright sparkles when it impacts with something hard. The flash is bright enough to blur vision for one post in a 10 ft radius.
Amount: 2
Cost: 200


Poison Resistance: Because the Eldari are inherently magical beings, their bodies are far faster at locating and eliminating threats that would infiltrate them. As a result, they recover much quicker from the effects of poisons than other races would. This cuts 1 post of duration of all poisons inflicted on an Eldari. For example, if an Eldari is inflicted with a poison that lasts for 4 posts, it will only last for 3 posts. It also increases a poison's grace period by a post.

Prestidigitation: - This ability is a minor magical trick that novice spell-casters use for practice. You create one of the following magical effects within range:

• You create an instantaneous, harmless sensory effect, such as a shower of sparks, a puff of wind, faint musical notes, or an odd odour.
  
• You instantaneously light or snuff out a candle, a torch, or a small campfire.
  
• You instantaneously clean or soil an object no larger than 1 cubic foot.
  
• You chill, warm, or flavour up to 1 cubic foot of nonliving material for 1 hour.
  
• You make a colour, a small mark, or a symbol appear on an object or a surface for 1 hour.
  
• You create a non magical trinket or an illusory image that can fit in your hand and that lasts for a few minutes.
  

Magi Element: Fire Lvl 1
Combat Spells: Firestrike, Ice Orb
Non-Combat Spells: Track, Messenger, Alarm, Slow Fall




Name: shaped charge
Type: Offence
Damage Category: Weak X 3
Description: A magic explosive shaped to blow in a specific direction, leaving everything else around it untouched. Its shaped as its planted but it doesnt need to be facing the surface its placed on. She could place it on a wall and shape it away from the wall, leaving it untouched by the blast, or shape it towards the surface to blow a hole in it. They explode in a dome shape, with a blast area of 10ft. She can place up to three, and blow them on command, otherwise they explode on her next post. A blue circle appears on the side the blast erupts from. Cooldown begins after they explode.
Cooldown: 1 x number of uses.

Name: Snapping Pyro Bombs
Type: Offence
Damage Category: Average x 3
Description: Mist forms and throws out up to three metal bombs with snapping jaws, that explode on impact in a burst of flames and shrapnel dealing average. 15ft blast area.
Cooldown: 2 x number of uses.

Name: Overcharge
Type: Support
Damage Category:
Description: Mist overcharges a single ability, increasing the ability's damage by one stage. Very weak would deal weak, weak would deal average, average would deal strong and so on. The cap is still very strong, and she cannot improve abilities that already hit that hard. It doesn’t work on enchantments, and only applies to her abilities, so she can’t increase the damage output of someone else. If the ability has multiple uses, only the first use after this ability is used has it’s damage doubled. The cooldown of this ability is the cooldown of the ability it’s used on. Overcharge does not consume pp, however the power point cost of the ability this is used on is instead doubled, with very weak abilities costing 1 pp. Rank limitations to damage categories still apply. She cannot overcharge shield abilities.
Cooldown: cooldown equal to the ability modified, with a minimum of 1 post.

Name: Explosive touch
Type: offence
Damage Category: very weak
Description: Mist applies an explosive aura to a small object such as a rock, throwing knife or one of her crossbow bolts. When said object impacts something, it explodes, dealing very weak damage in a 5ft area. She can use 5 before the ability goes into cooldown.
Cooldown:  1 post after 5 uses.


Name: Blast zone
Type: Offensive
Damage Category: Strong
Description: A more powerful version of the first ability Mist ever displayed, Mist unleashes an explosion centred around herself, blasting everything in a 30ft radius around her with a strong explosion and fire.
Cooldown: 3 posts

Name: Pyrobolt
Type: Offensive
Damage Category: Average
Description: Mist creates a bolt or arrow of metal, ranging from six inches to 2 foot long, depending on what she wants to do with it. The bolt/arrow must be fired from a weapon, such as Mist’s bolt launcher. As soon as it’s fired, it bursts into flames, and travels up to 100ft in a relatively straight trajectory before exploding, unless it hits something first, erupting in a 10ft area.
Cooldown: 2 post cooldown

Name: Decoy
Type: Support
Damage Category: N/A
Description: Mist creates a copy of herself that runs directly towards a target. When hit, the copy bursts into a dense cloud of pink and blue smoke, showering silver confetti everywhere.
Cooldown: 2 post cooldown

Name: Snapping Cluster Bomb
Type: Offensive
Damage Category: Strong + weak x 4
Description: Mist creates a modified Snapping Pyro Bomb and throws it. On impact, the bomb explodes Dealing strong damage in a 10ft area but also scatters 4 smaller Bombs 10ft from the center that explode for weak damage in a 5ft area.
Cooldown: 7 post cooldown.

Regular Boosts: Speed +1, Magical Power+1, Stamina +1, Agility +1


Name: Scatter blast bugs
Type: Offensive
Damage Category: very weak x 10
Description: Mist unleases 10 tiny butterfly-like metal insects that spread out over a 30ft area, before exploding with a 3ft blast zone simultaneously on her command, or on her next post. If they are struck by something, they also explode. The cooldown begins after they explode. Cannot be overcharged.
Cooldown: 2 post cooldown.

Name: Blast Jump
Type: Offensive
Damage Category: Average
Description: Mist teleports up to 30ft away, creating a rapidly spinning orb of magic in her wake, which explodes outwards in a 10ft area after a short delay. Wary or fast opponents can avoid it.
Cooldown: 4 post cooldown

Name: Overclock
Type: Support
Damage Category: N/A
Description: Mist focuses her magic, and gives her body an explosive boost of speed and Agility, along with increased jumping capabilities. She gains a +1 to speed and +1 to Agility, and is capable of leaping up to 10ft in the air. She can sustain a fall of 20ft without hurting herself, assuming she lands on her feet in a proper manner. It lasts for 3 posts.
Cooldown: 6 post cooldown.

Name: The Big One
Type: Offensive
Damage Category: Very Strong
Description: Mist creates a Cannon of metal, composed of a long barrel and a shark head, and fires a orb of  magic from the mouth of it. The orb travels up to 150ft at relatively high speeds, and explodes on impact in a 30ft area, dealing Very Strong damage to anything caught in the blast. It is a highly destructive power that can rip apart defensive stone walls. She can only do it once, and it consumes seven power points.
Cooldown: One use per thread.


Elite Boosts: Speed +2, Magical Power+2, Stamina +2, Durability +1, Agility +1

Background

History:


Mist’s parent’s were of the poorer class. Her Father Kilirion was an eldari warrior of no repute, a member of the rank and file, who met her mother while on duty in Minarion. Her mother Lenore was a human, and the reason for her rounded ears and brown eyes. After much wooing, her parents married and she was born. She grew up in gateway harbour in her fathers house by the water, and what started out good between her parents soured over the years. Mist’s father was a nice man, but not as rich as her mother had hoped. Her mother was cold, a woman who felt cheated. She’d fallen in love, but the life she thought she would have was a lie, and she was stuck away from the rest of her family with a man who wasn’t home half the time.

While her father seemed to love Mist, her mother was the opposite. She tended to avoid being in the same room as the child, ignoring her except to feed her. She slapped her a few times when she was bold or disobedient. After a massive argument with Mist’s father, she took it out on Mist, slapping her full force across the face when she didn’t think Kilirion was watching. Her father had in fact witnessed it, and slapped her mother back, telling her to never strike their child again.

Her mother took Mist and left her father, fleeing back to her family in Minarion. They took her in, but they were cold and distant with Mist. They enjoyed the safety of living in Eldari lands, but wanted nothing to do with the Eldari themselves. They shunned the halfbreed child who aged slower and didn’t look quite human. It was a terrible time for Mist, who missed her father bitterly. Eventually Mist’s father came to apologise, and her Mother went back willingly.

Mist began to follow her father around after that, and hated when he left her with her mother. She felt abandoned, but quickly got over it when he returned home and spent time with her. Until one day, when she was 8, he didn’t come home. Instead, an Eldari she’d never met before appeared at their door, with news that her father had been killed in a skirmish near the Eldari Heanta border. Mist didn’t understand, and would sit by the door waiting for him. A few weeks later, Mist’s mother walked out of the house, and never came back.

Mist was eventually discovered alone, half starved in the house, and taken to an orphanage while they figured out what to do with her. The eldari reached out to her mothers family in Minarion, but they wanted nothing to do with her and refused to take her in, so she was left in the orphanage. She was immediately singled out by the few other children, who made fun of her round ears and bullied her. She spent the next year in hell before her halfbreed status turned out to be as much a boon as a curse, as she was eventually singled out by a rich Eldari couple looking to adopt.

Mist's first few weeks at her new home were nice. Her adopted father, Calos Fenadir, was a wealthy Eldari who was campaigning for a spot on the council, and supported peaceful cooperation with the outside world. It made sense that he adopted her, a half breed child was the perfect way of showing their support for a more peaceful and open relationship to the rest of the world. Her adoptive mother, Gabriella, was a somewhat talented Magi who was seeking a successor in Mist. She was pleased to find Mist showed signs of magic, and barely let her settle in before giving her little tests to see just how proficient she was. They were not bad people, but while Mist didn’t realise it, it was clear they only wanted her for their own motives. Mist was just happy to feel wanted.

When mist was twelve, two years later than most Eldari, she was allowed to choose her path. She had been delayed in the decision because of her fraught upbringing, and Calos claimed he had wanted to give her time to settle before starting any training. Mist was to embark down the path of the magi, though she would have much preferred to go the way of the Warrior like her father. She wasn’t given a choice though, because Gabriella made it for her. She managed to grasp the basics, learning to perform the most simple of magic over time, however sometimes, things went wrong. There were several occasions when Mist lost focus or control, and lost the spell, usually with a loud pop. The ability was there, and something her instructors agreed upon was that she had great magical potential, capable of tapping more than most children her age. She was simply too unfocused. All Mist wanted to do was make Gabriella and Calos proud, and tried to do her best.

Her best was never good enough, and Gabriella was hard on her. Even when she finally mastered a spell, she earned little praise. She found herself craving Gabriella's praise and affection, and would go out of her way to impress the woman, to little effect. At Least Gabriella refrained from hitting her, but she also showed little affection towards her. Calos had little time for her either, only showing her affection in public. Her childhood leading up to her time in the academy was lonely, broken up by the occasional outing with Calos for political reasons. She smiled and laughed, a poor half breed orphan adopted by loving parents. A part in Calos’ play, though she liked to believe it was real.


Mist joined the academy when she was 21 years old, not through merit or skill but with a handsome donation from her father's coffers. She was sure she could pass the test, but her father had insisted that it was better to not stress her, as stress led to mistakes. This, along with her lack of innate talent and half human heritage singled her out even further. The only place she excelled was defensive combat, and was fairly nifty with a staff, but was easily overwhelmed when she failed to beat her way past her opponents defences. She was an excellent shot with a bow or magic staff, easily out doing most of her classmates, but magic and spell casting without the assistance of enchantments was often disastrous for her. On more than one occasion her attempts blew up in her face, leading to mocking laughter.

By the end of her first year in the academy, mist had made very few improvements, or friends. She knew it was a problem, that her lack of ability meant no one wanted her there. She was used to it by now, happy to ignore people and keep trying. She likely wouldn’t last much longer, while she’d barely scraped by in her first year, the second was going to be much more difficult. She never made it into the second year. The teachers Council had reviewed her progress and agreed that she would not be able to advance, however they still held some hope for her and held her back instead of making her leave. Of course her step father had a hand in it, she knew. It was another chance but it was embarrassing, and led to far bigger problems. The people in her year had been disdainful of her, but had mostly ignored her. She was not so fortunate with her new class, who took it much farther than mocking.

Mist found herself the target of cruel pranks and name calling. There were four in particular who found particular joy in her torment, led by a boy named Remari. Mist weathered the storm, keeping her head down, but her studies began to suffer even more. She felt isolated, afraid to talk to the instructors, unable to ask her parents for help. So she let them bully her. It was what she deserved for being such a failure. If she was even half decent, she could defend herself with magic, but she would likely end up hurting herself more. However, the longer it went on, the more it began to affect her, until one day, she finally snapped. Mist had been on her way out of the academy, when one of her tormentors blocked her path. She turned down a corridor, only to find two more waiting for her. She dashed into a nearby room, hoping to find a teacher or some way out, but instead found herself cornered as Remari joined his three cronies.

Mist backed into a corner, her tormentors laughing as she tried to make herself small. “Look who it is, little Miss Smokecloud.” One said. Another chuckled. “You cast magic like a true human. Badly.” Remari snorted and stepped forward. “How about a history lesson, boys? We should reenact the Eldari Human war. What do you think, halfbreed? You can be the human.” Mist stayed where she was. “Go away.” She said weakly. They laughed, and the quiet one grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the wall and into the middle of the room. “Don’t worry, Round-ears, We’re only playing a game.” Remari said as they surrounded her. “Come on then, attack us. Let’s see what you can do?”
“Can she even cast a spell?”
“She’s worthless.”
“Come on, Do something.”

They’re jeers blurred, words jumbling to fill Mist’s head. Useless. Stupid. Halfbreed. Failure. Anger surged inside of her, and Mist let out a scream, magic surging to her finger tips, and she felt something building up, before erupting. And then nothing, but a loud pop, and some smoke. The boys stood around her silently, then began to laugh. After what felt like an age Remari wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. “Oh that was something. You had us going, Halfbreed.”
“I thought she was going to blow us all up for a second.”
“Makes sense she couldn’t even manage that.”
They chuckled some more, and then without warning Remari hit her with a blast of magic, sending her flying into the wall with a thump. “Our turn, Human.”
Magic crackled to life in the other boy's hands, and one drew back his arm to fire it into Mist. She curled up to protect herself, closing her eyes, but the attack never came.
“What is the meaning of this!” A new voice said. A woman. Mist opened her eyes to find a silver haired Eldari gripping the wrist of one of her tormentors. The magic vanished as fast it appeared, as they all stared in shock at the Teacher.

Remari was the first to recover, quickly finding an excuse. “We were just playing, Ma’am.” He said. The woman glared at him. “Playing? Do you take me for a fool?” She asked. She looked directly at Mist. “What do you have to say, was this all a game?”
“Well she-” Remari started but the woman gave him a withering glare, and he immediately shut up. Mist wished she could glare at people like that, and just instantly shut them up. “We were playing The human Eldari war. I was the human.” Mist said. The woman narrowed her eyes. “Are you sure?” She asked. Mist nodded. The last thing she wanted to do was get Remari and the others in trouble, she knew that it would likely come back to bite her later.

The woman looked at them. “Fine. Get out of here.” She said. She caught Remari by the shoulder. “If I catch you ‘Playing’ with her again, boy, I’ll break your arm.” She said with such conviction Mist believed it. Remari paled, and said nothing as he scurried out of the room. And then the woman looked at Mist, examining her silently for a long time before speaking. “I’ve been around long enough to know a bully when I see one. Lying for them isn’t going to make them stop.” Mist said nothing. “What’s your name, kid?” She asked.
“Mistrea Fenadir.” She muttered in response, looking away.
“I’m Yavanna Elbereth.” Yavanna said, offering her a hand. “Are you hurt, Mistrea?”
She shook her head. “Not really.” She replied. She stared at Yavanna’s hand for a while, before finally accepting it. Yavanna pulled her to her feet with ease. “Do you want to tell me about what was actually going on, so I can bring this incident to your teachers?”
Mist shook her head and said nothing. Yavanna watched her a while longer. “Very well, Mistrea. But if you change your mind, come find me.” She said, and left.

Mist watched her go, and let out a low sigh, before leaving the room and making her way home. She found herself reading up on Yavanna Elbereth, who was not just a teacher but a full member of the Eternal watch, and had fought in multiple wars all the way back to the Human Orken war. She was fascinating, a warrior who by all rights should have been a Magi, but had worked so hard she’d succeeded. She was proof that Mist could succeed, no matter how bad things went for her. After that meeting, Mist knuckled down, and really started to work hard. She let nothing distract her, even Remari and his goons who left her alone for the most part following that day. They had obviously read up on Yavanna and were scared of Mist’s new friend. Mist actually began to make progress, hard spells became easy and she didn’t cause quite so many smoke clouds in class. She saw Yavanna from time to time, though Yavanna was always busy and never had time to talk.


Mist made it into the second year of the academy, to her relief. When she told Gabriella the news, she was sure she saw pride in the woman's face, before she told Mist to go back to her studies. Calos gifted her her very own staff for her second year. On the first day back, she made her first ever friend, Priscilla. Priscilla was simply put, the opposite of Mist. She was so extraordinarily talented, she was allowed to skip the first year of the academy, but she was also on the weaker end of the spectrum in terms of magical power. She was met with sneers and scorn from Remari and his group, probably because they knew she was so much better than them. When Mist noticed them jeering her, she stepped in, telling them to shut up or she would tell Yavanna all about their game last year. That shut them up, to her delight, and Priscilla thanked her.

After that, they were basically inseparable. Priscilla was probably the nicest person Mist had ever met. She never called her names or made a big deal about Mist’s mixed heritage, and didn’t become frustrated when Mist struggled to understand something. Mist and Priscilla were practically inseparable, and Mist felt a great deal of smugness whenever she noticed Remari or his goons watching her. She liked to think how much it upset them that Priscilla had befriended her and not them. As months passed, something changed between them. Mist felt a slight shift in the way Priscilla looked at her, or the way she took her hand when they were alone. They were sitting out in the courtyard, Mist staring past Priscilla at nothing when she leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. It caught Mist completely by surprise, and while she didn’t not like it, she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. She knew people kissed when they liked each other a lot, so she guessed it made sense. They did like each other a lot, after all.

The next few weeks were probably the best weeks of her life. Mist couldn’t remember a time in her life after her father died that she had truly felt loved. Certainly not the way Priscilla Loved her. She hadn’t realised just how badly she had needed to be wanted like that. And even though their new relationship had drawn attention from Remari and his goons, she didn’t care. His attempts to mess with them never got to her. Until he cornered Priscilla on her own, much like he had Mist, and attacked her. Priscilla managed to defend herself and escape, just about. When she told Mist what had happened, she was so angry she wanted to hurt him. Badly. Instead, she went to Yavanna and told her what had happened, starting with everything the year before.

Yavanna promised to take it up with her teachers, but told her it might be a few days, and in the meantime to keep away from Remari. Mist was patient, but things moved slowly. Before anything could be done, Remari struck again, and much like before, he cornered her and Priscilla, outnumbering them with his cronies. He took a menacing step forward, and Mist put herself between him and Priscilla.
“Fuck off, Remari.”
“Would you look at that, the halfbreed’s found her guts.” He said with a laugh. “So what, you got a little girlfriend and suddenly you’re no longer pathetic?”
“Stupid halfy.”
“I’m surprised she found someone stupid enough to like her.”
“Oh get lost you children.” Priscilla snapped. “Seriously, your students of the academy, acting like brats. Just leave us alone.”
“Shut up whore.”

Mist felt rage, sudden and intoxicating and deadly. She glared at Remari with the same venom she’d witnessed Yavanna use. “Do not speak to her like that, or I will break your arm.”
Her threat was met with raucous laughter, with Remari wiping away tears. “You’re too funny, Halfy. Oh jeez, break my arm, who do you actually think you are you worthless pile of shit.” He said, shaking his head with a sneer. “Lets play Human Eldari war. Come on, you attack first.”
More chuckling. Priscilla lay a hand on her shoulder as Mist tensed. “Mist, no. I called for help, just wait.” She whispered. Mist let out a sigh of relief.
“Come on.”
“Do something human.”
“She’s useless, remember.”
Remari grinned. “Fine. We’ll go first.” He raised his hand and hit Mist with a blast, sending her flying into Priscilla, who’s quick casting caught them before they hit the wall or floor, but Mist’s elbow caught Priscilla in the face, and split her lip. Mist felt the impact, heard the cry of pain and turned to look at Priscilla. She saw the blood dripping from her lip, and with a scream of rage she turned towards Remari, magic crackling along her hands and fingers. “FUCK YOU!” She shouted. “Mist no!” She heard Priscilla say, before the world exploded.

The blast shook the room, expanding from her forward and smashing into Remari and his goons, who were scattered across the floor by the blast. As the dust cleared, she could see them lying prone, wheezing and moaning with pain. Mist smiled with pride. “I did it.” She said, turning to Priscilla to find her slumped against the wall, blood smeared down it. Mist looked at Priscilla, as life drained from her. “NO! NO NO NO!” She dropped to Priscilla’s side, cradling her head gently in her hand. “I didn’t mean to! I thought I controlled it!” She cried. “Don’t leave me! Please!” Priscilla took her last breath, as the door opened, and Yavanna stepped in.

“Fuck.” Yavanna said, looking around the room at the chaos. Mist turned to her, tears streaming down her face, and ran across the room, wrapping her arms around the woman’s waist. “I didn’t mean it! Please help her, I don’t want her to leave!” She said hysterically. Yavanna said nothing, but closed her arms around Mist. “I’m so sorry, Mistrea.” She said. There was a light squeeze against her neck, and she felt the world shift as darkness took her.

Mist woke up in a small room, tucked into a bed. She couldn’t remember how she got there, and looked around in confusion until she remembered what had happened. She jumped up and ran to the door and tried to pull it open, only to find it locked. Confused, she knocked on the door frantically, calling to be let out. After a few seconds, the door opened, and Mist attempted to leave only to find a barrier blocking her path.
She was met with a stern-faced Magi, who looked at her with indifference. “Miss Fenadir, please step back.” She said firmly.
“I need to get to Priscilla.” She said, “I need to know she’s alright.”
The woman shook her head gently. “I’m sorry. Priscilla Mentir passed away from her injuries.” The woman said. “In light of that, we need you to stay here until we get a full account of what happened.”
“She’s dead…” Mist said. But how could she be dead, when she was standing behind the woman. Mist took a step forward, hand outstretched and the woman cleared her throat.
“Priscilla…”
“Miss Fenadir, step back.”
Priscilla looked at her and smiled, and when Mist blinked, she was gone, before appearing just out of the corner of her eye. Priscilla stepped up beside Mist, taking her hand. “You killed me.”
“I didn’t mean to.” She whispered.
“By the account of Yavanna Elbereth, we know that. But we still need to look into it.” The magi said. Mist ignored her as Priscilla stepped back. Mist reached for her and she appeared by her outstretched arm. “I know Mist. And its ok. You did it, you showed them.”
“But you're gone.” She said, looking towards her. The Magi frowned, but said nothing.
“I’m not gone. I’d never leave you. Not like the others.”
“But..”
“Miss Fenadir, are you well?” The magi asked, and Mist’s attention snapped back to her fully.
“Sorry?”
“Do you need anything? I can have food and water brought, it might be a while before someone comes to speak to you.”
“No..” Mist said, looking around for Priscilla who was gone. “I’m.. Fine.”
A few more seconds of silence passed, before the woman nodded and closed the door, leaving Mist alone.

Eventually, they came to question Mist about what had happened, and she learned that Remari and his goons were all alive. Remari’s arm had been broken, but otherwise their injuries were minor. Mist was not relieved, she was furious, though she nodded cooly. They didn't deserve to be alive. They asked her about everything that had happened, and she told them everything she’d told Yavanna, and everything that happened. It was clear to them that it was a terrible accident caused by bullying. She was not to be punished, however because she had shown reckless use of magic, she would have to leave the Academy. She was simply too dangerous to become a magi given her track record. However, due to circumstances, and her ability in other areas, Yavanna Elbereth had requested that, should she wish to, she would be allowed to enter again as a Warrior.

Mist wanted to say no, to be done with it all. Remari and the others got away with what had happened with a few injuries and a serious punishment, but were also given a second chance. It wasn't fair, but that's not what almost kept Mist from taking the offer and starting fresh next year. It was the fact that, if she saw them again she was likely to kill them. It was Remari's fault Priscilla was dead, and she would never forget it. She didn't get a choice in the end, because Calos was furious and insisted she accept the olive branch, and be grateful she wasn't in prison. Gabriella refused to even speak to her, so enraged by mist's expulsion. Mist spent the remainder of the year in isolation, with only priscilla for company. Yavanna checked in with her from time to time to make sure she was settling.


The start of the following year, Mist entered the academy again as a warrior, again due to circumstances she didn't need to take the entrance test, which she probably would have failed. She could fight with a staff, but had never picked up a sword or other warrior’s weapons. She was placed under Yavanna's care, and had weekly training with her. These lessons consisted mostly of mental exercises designed to help focus her mind and teach her discipline, and Mist guessed that Yavanna was keeping an eye on her, making sure she wasn’t going to kill someone else, accidentally or otherwise. Outside of Yavanna's lessons, she took part in the day to day of classes. Her reputation preceded her from her time as a magi, and she was met with pity mostly, and some scorn for her part in Priscilla's death. Even some of the teachers were wary of her, and she was prohibited from attempting magic while on academy grounds. For the next few months, everything seemed to be going well for her. She was no naturally talented swordswoman like Yavanna, but she was a formidable archer and her small size helped out when learning to conceal herself, while managing to keep up with her hand to hand and basic sword training.

One afternoon while practising her exercises with Yavanna, an unexpected visitor joined them. Mist immediately recognized her as the same woman who had spoken to her right after the incident. The woman, it turned out, was Mariel Shor, council member and headmistress of the academy. Mariel sat her down and told her that because she had shown signs of recovery, remorse and improvement, she would like to take steps towards helping Mist control her magic. By rights, she was one of the greatest Magi alive, and if anyone could teach Mist, it was her. It turned out that Yavanna had been preparing her for this eventually with her mental exercises, and they believed she was ready. Mist wasn’t so sure, but Mariel explained that even Warriors utilised magic, and she would need to at least master the abilities that came naturally to her.

Mist agreed reluctantly, and her lessons with Yavanna turned into lessons with Mariel. Mariel knew what she was doing and began to help Mist draw out her powers. The training was not easy, but it brought back memories and Mist’s recent calm was slowly starting to slip. There was several occasions where Mariel arrived to find her speaking to Priscilla, but of course only Mist could see her. Mist barely slept as it was, but now nightmares began to plague her. She had become more unstable, and aggressive, snapping at anyone who dared to get in her way, and taking it out on other students in sparring lessons. Magical training was having a negative effect on her, and she overheard Yavanna and Mariel talking about it.

Mist was on her way to meet them in one of the indoor training rings, and as she approached she noticed the door was ajar, and stopped as she heard Yavanna speaking. “-not right, she looks like she hasn’t slept in a week.” Priscilla appeared beside her. “That’s true, you haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Ssh..” Mist whispered.
“I think the training is bringing back bad memories,” Yavanna said. “She talks to herself. Did you notice that?”
“You're crazier than a bag of cats and they know it.”
She heard Mariel sigh. “I did. The same night Miss Mentir died, I noticed she seemed to be speaking to someone else. I assumed it was shock. I didn’t realise that hadn’t stopped until the other day."
"It did though, for a time. She was doing well, until your training.”
“She needs to learn control, Yavanna, she’s too dangerous.”
“She’s an excellent archer, she doesn’t need to use her magic to be a good warrior.”
“Did you know, the council wanted to have her locked up, Yavanna. Mentir’s parents have sway, more than Mistrea’s. They started making threats. I had to make assurances that she would be brought under control.”
“What, so she can serve a purpose in some future war?”
“She joined the academy to do that eventually. Like you did, Like everyone before her and everyone after”
“And she can do that just as well with a bow.”
“Enough, Yavanna.”
“I-” Mist had heard enough. She walked into the room as if everything was normal. “Awe, that was getting interesting.” Priscilla said, and Mist sighed.

The two women looked at her curiously before Yavanna made an excuse and left hastily. Mariel began the lesson as normal, and Mist pretended she’d heard nothing. At the end of it however, Mariel noted that she looked tired, and gave her a note so that she could get some sleeping tonic from the alchemy lab if she needed it. Mist thanked her and waited for her to leave, before screaming in rage. Priscilla appeared next to a training dummy and chided her. “Temper temper, Mist.”
“I’m just a problem to them!” She raged, picking up a training sword to fling it violently across the room. “A danger!”
“I mean… Proof’s in the room.” She said pointing to herself.
“The council wanted to throw me in prison? It wasn’t my fault! It was Remari. He should be the one in Prison! He should be the one dead!”
“No disagreement here.” Mist felt that rage building. The same surge she’d felt the day she’d killed Priscilla, and she let it come, focused it, and in a flash the dummy Priscilla was standing next to exploded, wicker and hay strewn across the room in a blinding flash and deafening bang.
“What in Novaris Mist, you nearly killed me…. Again.” Priscilla said with a smile. Mist found herself smiling too. She looked at another dummy, pointed her hand, and blew it to pieces. Mist let out a laugh, and pointed at the next one, catching it and the one beside it in the blast and levelling them both.
“I’m-”
“Actually controlling it.” Priscilla said. “Well done.”

Mist continued to blast the dummies, until there was not one left standing. She fell still, panting heavily as she took in the chaos she had created. The next time she met Mariel, she excitedly demonstrated her power to the woman, who was pleased by her progress. It was unrefined, but the fact that she was showing actual control was promising. Mist spent the next few lessons learning to refine it and focus it further, and was eventually able to imbue arrow heads with an explosive aura. The rest of the year passed without incident, Mist continued with her studies, began training with other forms of ranged weapons and practised her powers. She enjoyed the rush of exploding things, and got a kick out of imbuing rocks with magic and tossing them at random things, such as Gabriella’s favourite vases. She usually remembered to put them back together when she was done, but sometimes Priscilla knocked them back over on purpose.

Her first year of warrior academy ended, and Mist had the summer to herself. Or so she thought, until Calos informed her she would be accompanying him to meet and greets and other political things she cared little for. She was now bordering on 25 years of age, but was still Calos’ precious little girl in public. He never missed a chance to play up the tragedy of Priscilla’s death and the awful bullying Mist had suffered, and how she was working hard to redeem herself. Mist found herself bored out of her mind most of the time, with only Priscilla for company. And then Calos told her they would be visiting Minarion. Mist did not have good memories of Minarion, or her human family, but when she argued that it wasn’t a good place for her, Calos told her he didn’t actually care, and she was going if he had to drag her. Mist eventually agreed, but made sure he saw her smash one of Gabriella’s vases on the way out.


Calos owned a house in Minarion, which didn’t surprise her but the fact this was her first time staying in it did. The first few nights were much the same, but on the third night he told her she could go and mingle, or occupy herself or whatever she felt like doing. With little left to do, Mist went for a walk around the village. She found herself going in no particular direction, eventually wandering out of the village. After ten minutes of walking she found herself outside a house she recognized. Her human mother’s home. There was a candle lit inside. An elderly couple sat next to the fire. She recognized them as her grandparents. A young boy, maybe four years old, sat in the middle of the floor playing with a wooden horse. He bore a striking resemblance to Mist, which suggested her mother had come back to Minarion and eventually spat out another brat. She wondered if the woman cared about this one more than her, and how much it would hurt her, if Mist burned the house down with the child in it. A noise behind her snapped her out of it, and Mist spun around to meet her human mother.

“Can I help you?” Lenore asked, a puzzled look on her face. Mist looked at the woman, up and down with a frown. Priscilla circled her mother before looking at Mist.
“Say something.” Priscilla said.
Mist didn’t know what to say. She was standing face to face with the woman who abandoned her when she was barely the same age as the boy in that house. She remembered being terrified when her father left her alone with the woman. She didn’t want to speak to her, she wanted… “You want to kill her.”
“No.”
“Sorry?” The woman asked.
“No, you can’t help me.” Mist said, attempting to walk away.
“Wait.. You seem familiar.” The woman said, reaching for Mist. Mist quickly stepped back, glancing between the woman’s outstretched hand and her face. She felt fear, but there was also a small part of her that hoped she would accept her.
“Mist, this woman abandoned you.”
“Well maybe she’s changed, did you ever think of that.” Mist whispered.
“Pft, people don’t change.” Priscilla said.
“I’m sorry did you say something.”
“I’m your daughter.” Mist blurted out. “Mistrea..” The woman’s face darkened and she took a step back. “What… What do you want?” She asked. “I don’t have money to spare, if that’s what you’re after.”
Mist sneered back. “An explanation would be nice, if you're offering.”
“For what?” Lenore asked.
"You abandoned me. You left me alone to die." Mist said, voice raising.
“I left a message with the orphanage. They took you in, right?”
“Oh a message! Thanks so much for that, Mummy. I’m ever so grateful you took the time to leave a message.” Mist took a step forward and her mother took a step back. “I see you replaced me with another little shit. Will I look for him in the Minarion Orphanage in a few weeks, or do you plan on actually keeping him?”
“Lower your voice, you little bitch.” Lenore said, and Mist sneered.
“Afraid the kid will hear. Maybe I should go warn him about what’s coming.”
“Stay away from him.” Her mother said. “Just, get the fuck out of here. I’ll give you money to leave and never come back.”
“I don’t want your fucking money Lenore. All I ever wanted was for you to love me.”
“Who could love a thing like you?” She said.
Mist went still at her ‘Mother’s’ words. Even Priscilla, who had been busy miming everything going on, stopped dead and stared at Lenore, shock on her face. “Wow, that’s just cold.”

The front door opened, and Mist’s grandfather stepped out, pitchfork in hand. “What’s going on out here!” He demanded. Mist looked at him, then back to her mother and smiled. She saw the colour drain from her mothers face, as if she’d just stepped on a viper, and was about to get bitten. “Mistrea wait, I’m-” Mist pointed her hand and the air in front of her grandfather ignited before erupting in an explosion that blasted him back in the doorway. “Oh shit Lenore, I just blew up grandpappy.” Mist said. Lenore screamed as Mist closed on her in an instant, smashing her fist into her face. She wasn’t strong, but she still knocked her over. “Let’s go find Nana.” She said, grabbing Lenore by the hair and reefing her up, dragging her inside. Mist’s grandmother stood in the kitchen, a knife in one hand and Mist’s half brother pushed behind her. Mist yanked on Lenore’s hair, leading her into the room before tossing her on the floor.

The woman made a run at Mist, and she sidestepped her, snatching the knife from her hand before planting it in the woman's back. She fell with a scream, and Mist ripped the knife free. Mist looked at her half brother, then her mother. “Oh what to do, what to do.”
“Kill them both.” Priscilla said.
“Pris, I can’t kill a child.” Mist said. “Or can I?”
“Please, Mistrea.. Don’t hurt him.” Lenore begged. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you but don’t… Do anything.. To him..” She cried. Mist rolled her eyes. “Really, Lenore, you must think I’m a monster.” Mist said. “I’m just a little… Crazy.” Mist grabbed the child by the arm, and picked up his little horse. “How cute. I remember what you gave me for my birthday. You remember, right? You slapped me so hard across the face I blacked out.” Mist laughed. She turned and dragged the boy towards the door, as she imbued the toy horse. “Say goodbye to mummy, little brother. Don’t be sad, she deserves it.” Mist tossed the toy into the room, and it landed next to her mother, before exploding in a burst of fire. Mist pulled the little boy outside, before dumping him in the grass a good distance from the house.

The child started to cry. Mist was also crying, though whether they were tears of joy or not, she wasn’t sure. Priscilla lay a hand on her shoulder, comforting her. After twenty minutes of watching the flames, she looked at the child. “Well, I hate to be Lenore, but don’t worry kid. I’ll leave a note.” She said, before turning and walking into the forest. She had just burned the past, literally, and she had no idea how she felt about it. Mist made her way back to minarion, sticking to the shadows. Someone might have seen the blaze and come looking. Mist made her way home to her fathers house and made her way quickly to her room. Priscilla looked at her. "I can't believe you just did that."
"Pris I don't think now is the time to talk about this."
"You just put your whore of a birth mother in the ground…"
"I didn't mean to.. It just got so angry."
"You got more than angry, you got murderous. I was scared of Mist, and I'm already dead."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"But-" Mist heard a thud and stifled scream. "Did you hear that?" Priscilla asked, looking towards the door. Mist nodded, and left her room, heading in the direction of the sound. It sounded like it came from her father’s study. She opened the door, to find him on the floor, blood all over his clothes, and a man in all black, with a black leather trench coat standing over him. He looked like an Eldari, with grey skin, silver hair and dark red eyes. She realised that the man before her was a Heanta, and she had never seen anything like him. But he was also currently in he act of murdering her father, and was probably going to move on to her next. Mist froze as his red eyes turned up to meet her, and he raised one eyebrow slightly. “Run away, mouse.” He said. Mist did not run. She was past the days of being the victim, so instead she raised her hand and focused her magic, an explosive blast erupting before the assassin. He moved before the blast had fully formed, and her attack ripped the desk apart.

The assassin lunged for her, blades flashing and Mist fell back, one of his blades cutting across her arm. He aimed a stab for her chest and she let out a scream, exploding the area around her and sending him flying. He was back on his feet in an instant, and looked at her, considering his next move. Then without a word, he dived out the window and vanished into the night. Mist moved to Calos, who was bleeding profusely from wounds on his chest. He looked at her then, hand reaching up to rest on her face. “Good girl… You did good...” Calos said. His hand slipped off her face, going limp, as his last breath left him. Calos had never been a good father but he had been nice, and in that moment Mist couldn’t help but feel that like everyone else, he had left her.

Mist didn't move from Calos' side, and when help finally arrived they found her kneeling in his blood, tears streaming down her face. The next few hours were a blur. They took Mist down to the guardhouse for her safety, where they treated her wound, which had burned like death but she had hardly noticed until she finally focused on it, and questioned her about the assassin. She told them about the heanta, and Priscilla was quick to point out that she didn't seem overly angry with the murderer. Mist wasn't sure why, but she did find herself more fascinated by the Assassin than anything else. She didn't mention it, of course, but appeared to them as a distraught daughter who had just lost her father. Eventually, they let her go home, sending word to Sinderon of what had happened. The next day, Mariel appeared to escort her home, using a gateway portal.


Mist's close brush with death and the loss of her father was met with sympathy from some of her classmates, but no small amount of resentment from Gabriella. The loss of Calos devastated the woman, and she took it out on Mist. She blamed Mist for Calos' death, and tensions began to grow between them. Mist's murderous activities hadn't been discovered, and she did her best to keep her temper on a leash but she felt control fraying the more Gabriella kept at her. Mist did her best to stay out of the woman's way, and turned her attention to the heanta who had killed Calos. She described the man to Yavanna, and her friend Rowan, who did some digging and eventually came back with a name, though they made her promise not to go after him before telling her. Rowan even offered to hunt him down in her stead, but she only wanted to know who he was. He was an assassin by the name of Knightfall, who primarily operated in the freelands, and was definitely on several most wanted lists and considered extremely dangerous. The fact that she’d survived an encounter with him was a miracle according to Yavanna. Mist didn’t care, she wanted to meet him again, though she wasn’t sure why.

Life slowly returned to normal, or as normal as things got for Mist. Her third year of the academy started up, and most of it went by without issue. She honed her skills in several areas, and made improvements on her magic. Mariel taught her some more advanced spells, and her control, while not always spot on, was much better now than it had ever been. Mist put everything that had happened over the holidays behind her, and moved forward with life. She even made several friends in class. Everything was great, and then she bumped into Remari. Or he bumped into her, knocking her into the wall. Remari jumped back, eyes wide and apologetic, staring at her like she was a monster. The two people with him were not the same, and it appeared he had moved on from his gang to a new one.

Mist straightened up, glaring and he lowered his head. “Mistrea… I’m.. I’m sorry about everything.” He said, which caught her off guard. “I was an absolute asshole to you, and the way I acted caused allot of pain and suffering. Will you forgive me?” He asked.
Mist cocked her head to the side, silent. Priscilla put a hand on her shoulder. “Forgive him.. Who the fuck does he think he is?”
Mist sneered, and took a step towards him. “Fuck you.” She said, slamming into him as she pushed past.
“I said I’m sorry.” He replied, reaching to grab her shoulder. Mist spun around, catching his arm and twisting, locking it behind his back. “You’re not sorry. Priscilla is dead because of you, if you were truly sorry you’d be on your knees begging for forgiveness.” She forced him down onto his knees. “So beg.”


“Get off him you crazy bitch.” One of his friends said, rushing forward to push Mist away. She elbowed him in the face, turning to the other one as he moved towards them, and pointed her hand towards his face. He froze, and she would have blown him to pieces, but someone grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back.
“What the hell is going on!” She heard Yavanna say as she pulled Mist away from Remari.

She let go, and Mist spun around. “He started it!” She said. “Bumped into me and started lying about how he was sorry! I was defending myself!” She said.
“I know what you were about to do!” Yavanna snapped back firmly. She pointed at Remari. “You, get the fuck out of here and do not speak to Mistrea ever again.” She said, before grabbing Mist by the wrist and dragging her away. Mist was taken straight to Mariel, and was scolded for her outburst. When she was done giving out, she sent Mist out so she could speak to Mariel in private.

Mist managed to slip up to the door silently, and overheard them talking. “...seen the look in her eyes, Mariel. She was ready to kill that boy.”
“Yavanna, she was bullied by Remari, she’s not likely to trust his word. She thought she was defending herself. You know what that is like, only Mistrea doesn’t have someone like Rowan to watch her back.”
“Sure, of course. That’s why I’m helping her. But its gone to far. I was against you training her powers from the start, and the more she learns the more dangerous she becomes. Its time to stop.”
“What do you propose, we let her go to prison?”
“No, of course not. We can appeal to the council, and if they wont relent then fuck the council. I’ll speak to the head of the watch and arrange something with them.”
“Its not as simple as all that.” Mariel said with a sigh.
“It never is.”

Mist heard Yavanna move towards the door and stepped away quickly. When she stepped out, the woman gave her a resigned smile. “Go on home, Mist.” She said. Mist did as she was told. She did her best to keep out of trouble and under control the next few weeks, but her lessons with Yavanna felt different, tenser. And Mariel continued to train her, refusing to relent.


Over the next few weeks, Mist felt something change between her and Mariel. And then, the woman announced that she would no longer be training Mist. She wanted her to focus her time on training her archery and stealth. Mist knew exactly what that meant. They didn’t want to train her anymore, because they thought she was dangerous. That hurt, more than any betrayal she’d felt before, being abandoned by Mariel. She begged and cried and, when Mariel still refused to continue training her, raged. She almost attacked then, almost tried to blast Mariel with magic, but the mere thought caused the power to evaporate. Mariel had been more of a mother to her than Gabriella or that bitch Lenore, and Mist didn’t forget that. But she also couldn’t get over being abandoned again, and things started to slip.

It started with a noticeable change in her demeanour in class, and any physical lessons turned into her taking her anger and rage out on other students. If she was stronger, she’d have broken bones and probably ended up killing someone, but most people who faced her in the training ring limped back out. Any friends she had made soon began to avoid her, her intensity simply to much for her. Her thoughts turned to dark places, to the Assassin know as knightfall. What would he do? What would any heanta do, to the people who betray and hurt them? “Take revenge.” Priscilla would tell her. Over and over until all she could think about was how she took her revenge on Lenore. How she’d punished those who hurt her.

Mist started with Tariel, one of Remari’s old buddies. A well placed charge dropped an archway on his head on his way home from the academy, and Mist smashed his face in with a brick when he didn’t quite die from the initial fall. She got Harlien next, the one who liked to call her halfbreed. Blew his balcony up underneath him. The blast may have killed him, but the two story drop onto his head definitely finished the job. She went after Yomir next, put a knife into his heart while he was doing his hair in the mirror. She smiled as she watched the life drain from his eyes, then slipped out of the house. Three down over a week. The first two were freak accidents, the third a clear murder. She knew they would be looking for her, but she wanted to give Remari time to see. To know that his turn was coming, and there was nothing he could do about it.

And come for him she did, snatching him on his way home. She had a special place for him, Priscilla’s old room. Her parents were out of the city and the house was empty, giving Mist plenty of space to deal with Remari properly. When he finally woke up, he found himself tied to a chair, Mist leaning against the doorway.
“Wakey wakey!” She said as he stirred, a smile plastered across he face.
“Mistrea, what is this?”
“Ah ah ah, I’m the one talking. You’ll get your turn.” She said.
“Where am I?”
“What did I just say? Oh well, doesn’t matter. Guess, Remari. Where does it look like?”
“I don’t know!”
“Its Priscilla's room. You killed her, remember.”
“You killed her.”
“Dont fucking lie to me! We both know, it was your fault! Yours!” She said, punching him in the face. “You bullied and tormented me and when that wasn’t enough, you killed my only fucking friend!”
“I’m Sorry!” Remari said, crying. “I regret all of it!”
“I bet you do! Yeah, now that its finally come to bite you back.” She said. “What do you think, Priscilla, should I kill him?”
“Make him beg, Mist.”
“Great idea. Well, you heard the girl, start begging! Convince me!”
“Mistrea please! Let me go, I’m sorry! I tried to tell you the other day, I regret it all!”
“His heart’s not really in it.”
“You’re right, he’s not begging hard enough. Guess you don’t want to live!”
“Please!” He said, but Mist slapped a hand over his mouth, leaving behind a curved disk of metal.
“Oh dear, I can’t hear you!” She raised her hand, and made to click her fingers, when she heard a noise. “Mist look out!” Priscilla warned her, and she spun around as Yavanna burst into the room, weapons drawn.
“Mist! Let him go, now!”


“You’re just in time to see him get what he deserves, Yavanna.”
“Listen to me, stop this. Just let him go, we can talk about it.”
“I’ve already killed three of them, no point stopping now.”
“If you do this, I won’t have a choice.” Yavanna said. “I don’t want to have to hurt you girl. Be smart.” Mist lowered her hand, turned more to Yavanna. “Mist, you're not well. I see that now. You need help.. Let me help you.” She lowered her hands, and Yavanna took another step forward. “Come on, take my hand.”
“You won’t knock me out again, right?” Mist asked. Yavanna shook her head. And Mist knew she was lying. She didn’t want to help her. Mist raised her hand. “No!” Yavanna tried to the distance and stop her, but She clicked her fingers, and the thing on Remari’s face exploded, ripping him apart and blasting a whole in the wall. She smiled at Yavanna, because they had spent long enough together for Mist to know she might not be able to defeat her but she could easily outrun the woman.


Mist was gone through the hole in the wall before Yavanna even made it to Remari’s smoking body, and she fled into the night. She knew with Yavanna after her, nowhere in Sinderon was safe. She needed to find a place to lay low first, before finding a way off the island. The next few days were stressful, with her running and hiding, and using what she could to steer her pursuers in the wrong direction. Word of her actions got out, and the entire city guard was watching for her. But they weren’t the only ones. A week passed, before she was finally captured. Or so she thought. She was jumped outside her latest safehouse, and when she came about she was tied to something with a bag over her head.


She did her best to escape, but someone put a hand on her shoulder and told her to settle down. She tried to snap at his hand through the bag, and the man let out a light chuckle, before pulling the bag away.
“Mistrea Fenadir. Wow, I thought you would be… Bigger. Still, impressive track record, girl. Very impressive.”
“What do you want?” She asked. And the man smiled.
“I have an offer for you, Mistrea. You need a way off this Island, yes.” She nodded. “Yes, I thought so. I can get you off of this island, in exchange for your… Talents.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want you to deal with my enemies, the way you so ruthlessly dealt with yours. In exchange for pay, safety and, of course, your freedom.”
“Why me?” She asked. He snorted. “Because you know how to send a message. You’re a natural killer, girl. You’re exactly what I need.”
Mist didn’t have to think about it too long. She didn’t really have a choice. And Priscilla seemed to like the idea as well.
“You really need me?” She asked. The man nodded. “Fine, I’ll do it.” She said, He smiled, and cut her loose.

It turned out her mysterious benefactor was Councilman Helodir Quirion, and he’d known about Mist since the moment Mariel took her under her wing. He had been against putting Mist in prison over the accident, and had voted to keep her training going. He also somehow knew about what she’d done in Minarion, but had covered it up. He had been protecting her, she realised, and she hadn’t known he’d existed until now. Helodir’s men got her out of Cinderon. She still needed to lay low, so Helodir wasted no time with sending her to the Freelands, to Karem, where she would perform her first real assassination, a man who had turnedo n Helodir and planned on selling him out. Mist waited for him outside a tavern, and detonated a shaped charge under his feet, blowing him sky high. He never saw it coming.

After a few more kills, Mist moved to Karcenak, where she met with Helodir. The councilman came bearing gifts, a fine curved Eldari dagger, and the strangest crossbow Mist had ever seen. It was light and small, lacked bow arms, and used magic to propel the bolt at dangerous speeds. Mist was better with a bow, infact this was the first crossbow she’d ever held, but she quickly got used to it after some practice. The next few years were uneventful, with Mist travelling across the freelands killing Helodir’s enemies.

She spent her free time training, practising magic, using her bolt launcher. She took an interest in enchanting, with the express purpose of designing more powerful magic explosives. She was well past the days of her magic blowing up in her face, and was relatively competent in magecraft. She also had more time to learn about Knightfall, along with access to allot more information. He was a big deal in the freelands, one of the most notorious Assassins to stalk the lands.

Mist liked to visit the places Knightfall had killed someone, to breathe the same air and touch the places blood was spilled. She imagined witnessing him killing. Priscilla liked to point out that she was obsessed, but Mist saw him as a Kindred spirit. He had a very specific way of killing, and over the years she witnessed a few fresh crime scenes. But she would eventually have a much closer encounter. Years passed, and Mist was starting to make a name for herself in the freelands. She wasn’t the most fearsome, that went to a brute of a heanta named Korroth, but she was easily the most recognizable. Her preferred method of murder was unmistakable after all.

Mist liked to play with her targets, breaking into their most secure places and tampering with things, leaving little gifts, making it obvious someone had been there, before finding a hiding spot and observing them. Mist was sent to kill a very important man, she forgot who because she’d stopped paying attention during the briefing, and was hiding in the rafters of his office, watching him. He was an early riser and a late worker, fiddling away with his documents well into the night. Priscilla heard something and alerted Mist, but the target remained completely calm. And Completely unaware that behind him, a dark shape climbed in the window.

Mist knew who it was before he drew a knife, and slipped a hand over her target’s mouth. Mist smiled, and jumped down from the rafters before knightfall could kill her target. He immediately spotted her and acted, slicing the man’s throat before dropping him to the ground. He appeared disappointed by the interruption, but looked to her, reaching for his other knife. Mist tilted her head to the side and frowned. “You know, it's rude to steal people’s kills.” Knightfall narrowed his eyes at that but she went on. “I mean you could have knocked. ‘Hey, any other assassins here? Don’t mind if I take this kill from you?’ Its the courteous thing to do.” Knightfall lunged across the room, blades flashing and Mist dived to the side, rolling to her feet and dashing towards the window. “Let's not get crazy now, I don’t want to fight you.”

Knightfall lunged again, and Mist went out the window, scaling the wall onto the roof of the house. The assassin followed, dashing after her. She knew he wanted to kill her, but Mist found the chase that ensued to be exhilarating. She leapt from the roof, catching the branch of a tree to slow her fall and landed in the target’s petunias. She looked up to see if knightfall was chasing her, but the assassin had vanished. She felt the air shift as he appeared behind her, and his knife left a gash across her back as she dived forward to avoid the attack. Startled, she instinctively tossed a bomb in his direction, a blast of fire brightening the night as she took the opportunity to leap over the railing and dash across the street.

Mist scaled the building, and knightfall was waiting for her. With a grin she slapped a shaped charge on the roof, blowing it inwards as he stepped forward. The assassin vanished through the hole and Mist laughed, running across the rooftop before leaping to the one across. She spotted knightfall leap out of the hole, giving chase, and spun, pulling her bolt launcher. “How about we talk about this?” She asked as she slammed a bolt into the weapon and pointed it at him. Knigtfall leapt across, ready to deflect the bolt and Mist aimed at the edge of the roof where he would land. She fired, and the bolt hit, blowing the roof apart. Knightfall landed exactly where she aimed, and the edge of the roof crumbled under his weight. She loaded another bolt, aiming at his face as he clung to the roof. “I told you, I don’t want to fight.”

Knightfall let go, and Mist looked over the edge, expecting to see him fall. But he did something, and was suddenly beside her, blades flashing. On instinct she let out a blast of power, the same one she’d defended herself with when he attacked her before, and the Assassin leapt away. She was sure she could see the recognition in his eyes, but something more. He was not a happy heanta, and he wasn’t about to stop trying to kill her. She sighed. Mist saluted the heanta, before jumping from the roof. She caught the lip and propelled herself through a window, before blasting a hole in the wall. She ran though, passed into a hall and blew another wall out, before diverting and taking a stairs down.

After a series of explosions, diversions and a lot of running, she eventually lost Knightfall. Or maybe he gave up. Either way, she left Oleas and made her way to Zadartis, where she met with Helodir, to inform him that the target was dead. He didn’t care that she hadn’t killed the man, but he was upset with the mess she had left behind. He ordered her to lay low for a few weeks, which meant staying out of trouble. No trouble, meant she was in for a boring few weeks.


Years passed, with Mist honing her craft. She spent the majority of that time with only Priscilla for company, though she had come to see Helodir as a father. He sent her gifts every year on her birthday, and always made sure she had everything she needed, both for her assassinations, and day to day things. She was still hunted by the Eldari, though she was surprised that she’d never encountered Yavanna, or her friend Rowan. She knew both of them would be trouble for her, though she knew very little about the massive eldari Warrior.

Then word arrived from Helodir to be on her guard, because he had somehow lured Rowan into the fold, and had sent him after a heanta named Valatrix, of the hornless clan. Mist didn’t understand until Helodir explained his intentions of starting a war, and she was surprised that he hadn’t asked her to do it. She could easily handle a heanta. But she wasn’t alone. She was travelling with Faylandrea Shor, daughter of Mariel. Of course Mariel had happily replaced Mist after dumping her to the wayside. She wanted to follow Rowan, and make sure he did the Job, but Helodir had been insistent that she stay well away from it. If Rowan discovered her, the plan would go to shit, so she did as she was told.

Mist heard nothing from Helodir for a month or so after that, but by the fact the Eldari and heanta were not at war, she knew his plan had failed. And then she received a message from him, warning her that Rowan was in the freelands hunting her, and she needed to come to Gateway harbour, where a boat was waiting to take her to The Crystal Isles so they could lay low until things settled down. Mist was uneasy about it, but went. She got on the boat, and as soon as she did she knew she’d made a big mistake….

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