It had been a year that the young Uthvelor girl had lived among the GulTor’Uf.
Most in the tribe simply called her the witch. She was often lonely as her mentor Bill was often away on business.
Instead she spent time as she had for the good part of a year with Rapi’og.
She saw his brutality towards his fellows knowing it was only Bills efforts towards compassion that prevented Rapi’og from being a wannabe tyrant. She was now skilled with blade, javelin and hunting blowgun. She could stalk a mal’ie without it knowing.
But the power that animated her was the power of a Katheron. And as the year came to a close she felt the energy leave her body. She was alive now, fully and permanently as you or I. A blank slate that had been filled more with Rapi’ogs fear and distrust and lack of real self confidence than other positive traits.
After the battle of Karov she had watched the Uhryus being carted away with no emotion at all. To them she was just Bills pet witch.
She smiled slowly letting her curse build before she took it out cruelly on a nearby ravenous kolgul.
She used the curse to propell herself deep into the dreams of others.
A Kolgul militiagog got too close to her as she was enjoying the thoes of the curse. Her hand snapped out and snapped the KGM soldiers neck.
She adjusted her grip as her eyes opened. Under Rapi’ogs tutelage only power to rule was important.
What began as only loyalty to her tribe and a desire to kill in defense of the tribe had warped into something even darker.
She looked down at the dying olgog in her arms, “When the universe recycles you tell them Witch Gogkiller will be sending more soon.”