Eliza and Nemo

In a every catastrophe, there have been survivors. These are the souls who endure the pain of loss, those who have taken it upon themselves to be a beacon of hope to others lost in despair. Eliza and Nemo are two of such souls, their hope burning in one another.

Richter Morte's first rampage throughout the wastes, which would be called "The Burning Cataclysm" in future years, left many tribes virtually gone; every male and female, regardless of age or social status, met a cruel end at his laughing destruction. Those who didn't have the luxury of dying immediately were forcefully carted away into his underground bunker, where they were either tortured or experimented on, all depending on the Ghost's current mood. Those who were tortured died within the hour, screaming and writhing in agony, while those who were experimented were forcefully kept alive through the entire procedure. None of the victims could tell which was worse.

Eliza was the captain of the guard of her Tribe, the warlike Frozen Suns, whose philosophy was simply "Conquer or Die". The eldest daughter of a simple blacksmith, she had proven through tooth and hoof that she was the best of the best, regardless of her low-class origins or her gender. Her skill with a blade was unmatched, her self-taught "Spinning Edge" along with the blade she forged with her own hooves, she ascended through the ranks faster than anyone had ever seen. In the span of three years, and at the tender age of 21, she challenged and killed the former captain, taking his place. Under her guidance, the Frozen Suns proceeded their own conquest over the Wastes, slaughtering many in their wake.

In a joint effort with the Black Wings and the Storm River, the Frozen Suns attacked the largest tribes that had consisted of members of all three races in the wastes, a tribe known for their arcane wisdom and peace-loving ways, The Triad. It couldn't have been any easier; by nightfall the Triad had fallen, its supplies pilfered, its secrets stolen, and all members left dead or dying in the frigid cold.

...or so they thought.

Several weeks later, a feeling of unease had started to build up within Eliza when she heard of the disturbing tales of the legendary Ghost of the Wastes. Further adding to her restlessness was the sudden attack on the Storm River and the Black Wings, all of its members gone within the hours of the initial attacks.

Something was hunting them. But who?

Before she could even make a decision, explosions rumbled at the camp entrances, sealing the Frozen Suns in their now burning camp. To make matters worse, mechanical monstrosities were ripping her stallions apart, seemingly unfazed by anything that was done to them. She was able to destroy most of them, but more just came, overwhelming her and snapping her blade. Despite her vows to never flee a battle, Eliza retreated in hopes of finding her younger sister, Nemo.

She found her, nearly overrun by those mechanical monstrosities, and saved her in the nick of time. But before she celebrate, an explosion of magic caught her unawares, striking her left. The screams of her little sister was the only thing she could hear before she blacked out.

When she awoke, she found herself strapped down to a table, feeling nothing but a dull throb of pain, and the Ghost of the Wastes himself towering over her. "This will only hurt," he said, his eyes betraying his madness and bloodlust. "Just a pinch."

It was far more than that. It was agony.

When the procedure finally ended, Eliza slipped off the table and onto the cold floor and just lay there, her face torn asunder, her body violated and her spirit pushed to its limit, but alive. Her new eye forcefully working, she found her little sister, having been forced to watch the entire thing.

She expected her sister to run. She expected to be denied.

What she didn't expect was to be embraced.

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