As I pushed my way past the mists, into the green forest that should have given me a sense of protection and safety, I trembled. Searching desperately for some knowledge, some basic understanding of who I was, where I was, how I got here, I panicked at the sight of a lady walking slowly toward me. Turning to run, I was arrested in my flight by a soft voice saying "let me help you child."

Over the following weeks, friendly people helped me gain my bearings and taught me skills. I began to feel comfortable with the name "Lille" as others used it more and more frequently. Never forgetting the feelings I had for the forest that was my first sight of Cardea (for I came to know the name of the land), I decided that of all the guilds and paths offered me, I would choose the Rangers, to learn more about Nature and to walk the paths of the forests with ease. So I began to walk the path, that led to futility. Time passed as I tried desperately to communicate with the Guildmaster of the Rangers, but to no avail. Although I was aided in my search by a young Ranger, I finally decided that perhaps this was not the path for me to travel after all.

The feelings of inadequacy and loneliness were overwhelming. But into this void stepped those I laughingly call the "Big A's." Ashalon, Alariell, Alganhar and Azrael. They welcomed me into Darkness. Finally I belonged somewhere. It was wonderful!

The next years passed so quickly. I was happy there, protected from harm by the strong arms of my elders, and I was valued respected as I was. I was nurtured and taught and I studied hard and learned well. Finding my "other half" and being a Templar gave me pride in myself, that was encouraged to grow by my Guildmaster. Then one day I followed my elders into a battle that changed my life again. We entered the Altar Room of the God of Light, and I was the one that killed his Champion.

At first it was just a little uncomfortable, thinking over what I had done. But it gnawed at my conscience more and more. Guyverl mentioned to me that he was feeling like he belonged walking in the Light, and as we talked, we came to the decision that we were not suited to the Dark side. We thought long and hard. Finally we came to our decision and we turned our backs on the Darkness and walked into the Light. It was the hardest moments of our lives, but now we know we are where we belong.

Never will I ever forget that on the Dark side of the land there are men and women with grace and honour. I am fortunate, I have known both sides of this wonderful land.

(Written by Lille's player)

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