Yasreana stands before the council, her mind racing with questions.
Yasreana Listens intently as the head of the council, a stern looking woman, begins to speak
Yasreana Deleal, first daughter to Briza, High Priestess to the House of Aleval, you are hereby sentenced by this council
To rebuild your House, restore honor to its name, and destroy those who would have destroyed you.
You are the last in your family line, the last surviving member of Aleval.

My eldest granddaughter, the council fades from site as Yasreana finds herself standing face to face with the stern looking woman, it is to you that this fate falls. Only you can restore our House. It will be a long and tedious journey child, but if you fail, our family will end with you.

Yasreana looks her ancestor in the eyes, as the questions flow from her What is this place? Who did this to us? Why

Calm down child, I will tell you what I can, but I am afraid time is short. This this is the remains of our House, the charred broken ruins of our great hall. We were once the First House in Abereth. Visions of the past fill Yasreana's mind We wore our house insignia with pride, but many were jealous and sought to overthrow us. Among them was the house of FreNal. They coerced many of our servants into betraying us, and struck without warning, during your birth. Our enemies knew that many would be gathered to witness the birth of the Matrons first granddaughter, and they waited for their spies to signal them when it begun. They struck swiftly; many were lost before the battle even started. In the initial commotion, one of our guards grabbed your mother, with you still in her arms, and ran through the secret tunnels with your brother following close behind. Many others tried to follow but their wizards destroyed the tunnel, causing it to collapse on top of them. After the battle ended in the city the house of FreNal sent mercenaries after those who survived. They new that if even one member of the house survived, by our laws they could return one day and seek justice against them, but if none survived, then there would be no one to invoke the laws. The guard took you to a place little known by others in the city, a tunnel leading to the surface. As you traveled to the surface a group of Drider hired by FreNal found this place and attacked. The guard fought to save you but was no match for a group of Drider; in the chase your brother and mother were poisoned, and the guard was slain. Your mother had just made it out of the tunnel entrance and into the light of the desert when you were found by the cleric. From then you lived your life, not knowing the details of your birth, or of your true importance, or that the mercenaries hired by the FreNal house still searched for you. That is why we sent you away from Dra-Shi, the FreNal spies had discovered your whereabouts and were awaiting to ambush you on your way back to Shaldone. Only if you survive can our deaths be avenged, and our honor restored. Now Yasreana you know your destiny

Yasreana wakes in the forest of Nektulos with new vigor. I will avenge my family, one day I will rebuild my house