My Life and the Lady Aife

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My Life and the Lady Aife by Justice the Ghost

I was born a sheppard, my father was a shepperd and my grand-father was a sheppard. I had no other wish in life than to tend my sheep. I would spend my days in the pastures of Yew, tending my sheep, selling their wool and just enjoying the flow of nature around me. Many a days I spent talking with Blackie, my favirite sheep, discussing why flowers grow and why the birds change their song. But life is often cruel as I soon learned. One day, tending my sheep, a group of so called heroes came along an slaughtered all my sheep, exept for my favorite. When I asked them why they did this horrid thing, they said they were bored. They cut up my flock and went their way, never to think of me or my poor dead sheep again. So Blackie and I, went off into the world looking for more sheep. But I soon learned taht the roads of Britannia are filled with ruffians, who kill, not for sport, but for pleasure. And I soon meet one such group. They attacked Blackie, and when I charged to save my beloved friend, they killed me with one stroke of the sword. I ressurectted often to try to save my friend, but soon, my body could hold my spirit no more. All I could do, was watch them kill my beloved friend. I saw them butcher Blackie and leave him to rot in the woods near Britain. Now I was filled with rage. Rage against the brigands, rage against the heroes, but most importantly, rage against life. I hated all that lived. So I wondered the cities of Britannia, witnessing the cruelty of killers, the dishonnesty of nobles and the general selfishness of man. I wondered the land, crying out that the living would soon join me, and that Justice would never die. I hunted all warriors, good and evil alike. I viewed their violent ways as reason enought to punish them. But, one day in Moonglow, whilst haunting the people at the bank. A young lady appeared on a great stallion. Her name was Aife, a mage. She asked who had hurt me, and if there was anyway for her to help. But was so filled with rage and anger that I gave her my usual curses. Again she pleaded with me to tell her my problem. But I would not, for the torment I felt was to great. Then, as kindly as before, she wished me well and rode off on her horse. This act of kindness slowly touched what was left of my heart. I asked myself, why did I torment myself in this way. If the lady Aife was capable of good, were not others. Had I not tormented myself and others long enought. I didcided to resurect myself to find the lady Aife, and thank her for her kindness. But she was nowhere to be found. So finally, I came here to the Lyceum, where I am writing this book. If any see the Lady Aife please tell her my story. Please offer her my apologies for the curse I said onto her. And please, give her my eternal gratitude and thanks for having showed me kindness and love. I now go into the netherrealms, to once again be united with my sheep, in the eternal pastures.