Mirena, Black Oathed

"You must understand I have picked damnation. Pain, suffering and naught else. I watched my family die and be raised because I couldn't pay the debt to let them rest. I was then bought by the landlord of my home at 8 years of age. He would have pimped me out. He started the training so I tore his throat out with my teeth. They took me from my home and delivered me into bondage. It took a year before I was placed in the mines. It took two days before I killed again, a boy with the brightest blue eyes. He had squirreled away a loaf of bread. I sold that for protection. At 11 I took up the blade in my countries service against the knife-ear. My first engagement and I learnt the horrors of youth again. 8 more to the tally. Another one from the mines, I always forget that fat guard. Heh. The elves were monsters, quick and cruel, no light in their eyes, it was easy, like bashing the brain from a rat. 3 years on campaign in this war not authorised by the King on his throne. 34 more. then the necromancer. He was squad leader, said I had talent, small but their. He promised power. His words were like honey. I remember my hands around his throat. The fear in his eyes. The smile I saw reflected in the black. He though I hadn't realised that Magery was by me. The dark. The squad couldn't stop me. Another 15. Then that family 6 more the children were hardest to do, I didn't want to but they would have let the patrols know. Then he found me, Kart. Broke my arms the first day. The legs when I tried to run. He carried me half way across the world. I tried again when I healed. Ended with a broken jaw and another broken leg. He healed them. I would have tried again but he explained. Explained why I am like this. Why I have to take them. Quiet them. Black-Oathed. Sorrow-Bound. Tragedies-chosen. He could take it away break the chains he said. But you know I picked this. He seemed amused. Laughed at me. Broke my knife when I tried again, bloodied my nose. Then he taught me to kill. So I do that now. So many more. 593 by my count. 594 if you're daughter has bled out by now... 595 if you have I guess." - Basic Addition.