Masked
Masked, by the Servant of the Flame.
My mission has brought me to a familiar shore; once the lair of one whose betrayal still casts a dark shadow over all that we accomplished together. I cannot comprehend her disloyalty. Not I, whose devotion to Father was so pure, it cut through the thrall of my Cap'n and set me free once more. From the day she gave me my mask, we worked diligently to create a sanctuary for those who still value true piracy. She toiled above as I did below. Even when we parted, I felt no sorrow, for I knew that the culmination of our work was nearing. That soon, Father would return to claim his throne. Her sister, at least, had the courage of her convictions. Let the Warsmith stand against us with her broken heart, and have it taste my blade...
