Sparrowhawk - A tale of misery and woe

Gaedren Lamm the cur!  I was only a young lass of 11 when he destroyed my life.  I lived with my parents in a small cottage in the Midland district of Korvasa.  It was a peaceful life before Gaedren Lamm burst into our house with his band of thugs.  I remember my father's  fearful cry, "Gaedren Lamm!  I promised to pay you."

"Not soon enough you stingy dog.  I'll take my payment in my own way."

And so it was that his thugs tortured and murdered my parents in front of my horrified eyes.   Gaedren urged them on, laughing.  When their grim task was done they turned to me.

It was Gaedren who ravished me first. I will never forget the gleam in his evil eyes, the smell of his foul breath, the feel of his clammy skin.  And then his thugs raped me, again and again and again.  When they were done I was broken and bleeding.  My face was smashed and scared.  I was no longer a pretty little girl.

They set my little house alight, burning forever my childhood home. And seared forever in my soul are the words Gaedren whispered in my ear, "Farewell my little sparrow, my little hawk, my little Lamm."

I never saw Gaedren again.

I escaped the flames of the burning house.  I emerged as a new person, like the phoenix from the fire I was reborn.  Gaedren had dealt death that day but had also given me a new life, a new identity.  From that day on I was known as Sparrowhawk. 

That was seven years ago. I have learned how to hate.  I have lived with a simmering revenge  for the man who destroyed my life and wounded my soul. I have hated men and hated life.  Since that day no man has touched my flesh and lived.

I am now a member of the Sable company.  One day I will have my own Hippogriff to patrol the skies.  One day I will find him.  Before I slit his throat, I will cut off his balls and force them down his throat.