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Gianya's JournalZaura 09:47, 12 December 2006 (EST) The BeginningZaura 09:47, 12 December 2006 (EST) Desperate times called for desperate measures. Most of the citizens knew that by now. After the trials and tribulations, all the evil that had spread across the land, the corruption had grown to a fever pitch among all the races. Gianya Heathergaar and her brother Alderwyn had learn their harsh lessons on this subject firsthand. They had lived once before in a realatively idyllic peace with their mother and father and baby sister Aava on their small farm, raising cattle, when the raiding parties of Orc had come suddenly from nowhere, late one twilight afternoon. Gianya was 8, her brother 10, and the two had been tired of gathering crops in the fields, by all rights, should have been closeby when the horror struck. But they had been hot and tired of the endless gathering and had snuck to the nearby creekbed for a quick swim to cool off. Gia could remember this as possibly the last carefree moment of her life, dunking her brother and getting a noseful of water from Alder in return. But they had both stooped their games in fear when they saw smoke rising from the direction of their farm and saw a thunderous herd of Orcs as they headed away to pillage the next homestad they could find. What they found when they returned, screaming, was cinders, ashes, and most horribly the remains of their parents and what could only have been the small shaped of their baby sister. Gia learned pain and sorrow that day, and Alder began to learn to hate most bitterly. This was the beginning of the long path that began the dark haired, green eyed beauty towards becoming what she did in order to survive. To some a rogue, a scoundral, to her clients, an assassin.