Today, my name is, Faye.
A year ago I found my body in the middle of ashes. As far as I could see, it was nothing other.
When my memory finally snapped back into place, I became furious. Not at the death of my mother,
neither at my father's. But at the death of my smaller brother, Issac.

I don't really care about my parents..

Mother and father had never decided weather or not they where going to be present in our lives
or not. There had been times, phases really, they they where far to present. Issac and I couldn't
breath without doing something wrong. But that would soon pass, never lasting more than a week at
most.
The rest of the time they hardly ever spoke to us. So naturally Issac looked to me in the place of
mother. I cooked, I cleaned, I did every part of the mother role. I couldn't watch my brother suffer,
could I? When it came to him, you could look, but if you touch, I'll cut your motherfuckin' hand off.
Period.

Then we died, all of us. Mother, father, brother, and I. Dead.

So why am I alive? I don't know either. But I am. So while I am, I have made it my goal to avenge my
brother's death. So when I heard of a sword that granted eternal life until one completed their revenge,
I didn't stop until I found it. But when I found it, it was my surprise to discover that in order for the
sword to work, one must give it their soul.

I had come to far to turn back, to stop, or to quit.

The sword now possesses my soul. And now my greatest strength, is as well my weakness.
I can't be more than 10 feet away from it, less my body becomes dead until it is returned.
As well, when the sword is unsheathed, it consumes my mind and body. Taking control.
The next thing I know I have defeated my enemy.

My path will be a long and hard one, I know. But I won't stop.The only question is: Who will I meat along the way?