Standing still over the corpse of a freshly slain human his eyes wide with terror, She chuckles to herself "its been alog time Captain Gerret." This Is like a homcoming a return to the place where the last of her family lay in ashes. "Oh Arxine it has been years since then but still this place stands", a haunting vision plays in front of her. Humans dancing, shadows preforming a haunting waltz. She screams and falls to her knees gripping her head and she collapses.
This place the prison that she destoryed with help from The Banshee, She remembers none of what happend only that her brother died and magic was the gift she recieved from this tragedy. The banshee made sure of that, but now its time to move on and destory the last thing that allows Sharda to block her completely. Flames dance along Sharda's fingertips as a raging inferno consumes the last of the prison. Now she could speak freely maybe even live as Sharda, but what would she call herself, who would she be, oh she would worry about this later right she had to wake her host.
"Get Up Sharda", she said *Sharda blinks* "who is there", "don't worry dear right now you have to move. the humans will arrive soon." Going against her better judgement she summons her Hawkstrider and rides off towards to Silvermoon City somthing is up and there is only one person who can help her.
(( this is my first attempt at writing a rp story if there is errors and holes please let me know and i will fix them. ))