"Fear. Blood. Screams. The sound of blades clashing; the air was full of it. Even though I was only 3 years old at the time, the images burned into my memory like hungry animals. And they don't let go of me for anything on earth." I want vengeance. Vengeance for what has been done to me. Vengeance on the Lord of Stormwind and all who report to him. Night elves, gnomes, dwarves, and especially the people should fall under my arrows like wild beasts. Shinichitai should himself feast on their blood and flesh and feel the powers of victory. But before I talk myself into it I want to tell you what made my anger and hate grow, what made me what I am "

Shinyeae stroked Shinichitai's fur and adjusted her cloak so it wouldn't catch fire. The tough high mane from the inhospitable areas of the wasteland bowed its head towards its mistress and enjoyed the attention.

"Sit by the fire with me, make yourself comfortable and listen to my story for as long as you want, but don't expect any clear answers ..."The Slayer tossed some logs into the fire to keep it burning and handed her loyal friend a quail, which she immediately fought over.

"Since some ..... inner blockages ... prevent me from telling about my earliest childhood, I want to start on the day on which I finished my 7th year of life ...."