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With the story, I left character descriptions open so you can use your friends family or whoever you would like to see in a fantasy realm. This series is meant to be able to immerse yourself into the action and preventing you from being able to place your own characters hinders this potential.  You can even make someone up should you choose. I only give a storyline, all the other details are yours to interpret. Have fun and I hope you enjoy the read as much as I did writing it!
Introduction : Marian’s Curse
"Tell me a story." Farah said standing next to the bookcase.
Marian's daughter came to sit by her side holding one of her favorite books. It was a tale of a female knight who defended her kingdom from opposing armies.
Marian began to read her the book and sat by her bed until her daughter had fallen asleep. She got up carefully and walked to the door, careful as not to wake her sleeping little one. She got to the door with a few "creaking" boards moaning underneath her feet. She began to open the door quietly, slowly, ever so slowly knowing the door is never oiled and is loud for it. The bedroom door whined as she moved it. She noticed a disturbance amongst the bed sheets but it stopped. She moved the rest of the way out and closed the door with a less peace defying silence.
“Perhaps I should oil that door one day," A voice spoke.
"Perhaps." Marian replied.
Marian turns around to see Daren, her husband sitting in a chair near the fireplace. "It would help me get her to sleep I think." Marian continued.
"Aye, that it would." Daren walked away from the fire and gave her a long embrace.
Marian sighed, "Peace and quiet at last."
Boom! An explosion sounded outside. A deafening roar that lasted for several seconds followed by the sound of splintering wood and collapsing houses.
Marian began rushing to the house's front door. "Stay here and watch Farah!"
Marian sprinted to the door to see another house explode sending flames and debris high into the air. She flinched from the bright light and concussion of the blast and then recovered.
"Oh my God!" Marian said in a grieving, hoarse voice.
"What's going on Marian'?"
"Stay in here Daren!"
She then ran outside to see if there was a way into the burning house. Halfway to the blazing recipe of chaos she saw twenty or more people rushing towards her followed by a horseman wearing full plate armor except for a helm, and several people on foot many of them carrying crudely made clubs and badly tanned leather. The horseman gave an order for them to follow the villagers and turned to marvel at the house.
"Wonderful isn't it?" the horseman made a devilish grin directed over his shoulder at Marian.
"What have you done!?" Marian was infuriated. She dashed at the horseman and he yanked on the horse's reigns. The horse stood up and kicked sending Marian on her back.
"Marian!" She heard Daren's voice and looked up at him and Farah standing outside.
"Get back in the house!"
The horseman turned toward Daren and Farah.
“Ah, this'll be fun." He whipped the horse and dug in his spurs racing toward the two.
Daren looked at Farah and told her to run. He then turned toward the horseman and drew a dagger from his belt.
"Hah! Pitiful!" The horseman bellowed and then drew his own weapon, a huge pole arm with a sword end. He stopped seven feet away from Daren and lashed out carving Daren through and killing him on the spot.
He lashed at the horse again and charged at Farah. The little girl could not outrun the horse and was quickly trampled and slain. The horseman stood 20 yards away laughing as Marian walked to her fallen family's bodies. She grabbed them, limp and bloodied, and cried into their hair. She sat for a moment unable to even see with her grief
"Quite done yet dearie? I'd love to help you join them."
She stood up staring at the horseman with a hatred so flared it stirred him a bit. He had a disturbed look on his face from the demonic look she gave him. He began to charge though ignoring his feelings. Her hatred boiled over, and demonic bone wings sprouted from her back. She stood still and watched the horseman's approach. The horse saw the wings and tried to turn away but the horseman on its back would not allow it. The horseman swung his blade in a crescent path from the ground up at Marian, she moved in a blur to all who would have seen it. Stepping to the side and snatching the weapon behind the blade, she knocked it into him with an open palm, cracking the breastplate of his armor, splintering his end of the weapon's shaft, and making him plummet off the horse. Weapon in hand she turned to face him and watched him return to his feet while drawing his sword. The man charged with great speed for full plate armor. His charge came swift and she side stepped. Marian dodged a swing for her head, one for her waist, and then stepped in and stopped his blade in mid swing from an overhead strike, catching its hilt. Amazed he stood stiff watching her speed and strength for she didn’t even wobble in the slightest while he was using his full strength. Then she drove her knee into his gut finishing off his breastplate in a splash of flickering shards, which reflected the light of the nearby burning buildings. He released his weapon from the force of the blow and he flew twenty feet away. She walked over to the gasping knight and drove his own sword through the back of his skull, splitting and spraying bone splinters everywhere.
Marian turned from the fallen knight and heard a group of people on the other side of some buildings. She decided to go investigate.
Her hate had subsided some and the wings were gone now though she hadn’t noticed. As she approached the side of a nearby building so as not to be seen, she heard them speaking for a while and just listened to their tales of what they had each done in the assault.
As the marauders decided to depart, Marian took up arms against the band known to be roaming around these parts as of late, called the Dermuntreese, or the "devil's servants".  She met them at the front gate of the town. The leader of the Dermuntreese sent out his two best soldiers to challenge Marian. The soldiers were disposed of as easily as they were summoned. A low twirl under the first soldier's attack brought Marian's sword right through the gut of her attacker, slicing him in half like a hot knife through butter. The second could not react in time as Marian brought her sword out of the slash at her first victim through and out into a piercing jab through the second soldier's abdomen, rendering him paralyzed from the waist down as he barely dodged a fatal blow.
The leader of the Dermuntreese sent the rest of his servants after Marian. As the marauders advanced upon her, Marian's fury had triggered something inside of her passed down through her family. The curse of Marzaran. This curse is uncontrollable to those whom know not when it will surface. Only the great-grandfather of Marian knew how to tell when the curse should arise, and unfortunately, Marian was told of his demise which came too early for him to tell the rest of his family how to recognize the signs. The curse leaves the affected utterly useless as the energy of the caster is drained without proper knowledge of how to control it. Thus said, it is possible to use up too much energy and kill one's self. Therefore, it is deemed a curse.  The curse’s power surfaces at random while the member of the Desthmones family is infuriated. . . Marian's mother being of the Desthmones family passed it on to her brood . . . and with her anger triggering it, this was Marian's time. She knew not what happened except a bright flash of red. Then she knew whatever that it was, it had missed who she was actually trying to kill with what ever it was she used before she was interrupted. All but a handful of the 47 Dermuntreese had fallen with no trace that they had even been there a moment before.  The leader, the one she was about to kill until she was interrupted, was still standing. The leader saw Marian as she collapsed to her knees sitting back on her ankles and head tilted forward, worn out. The leader saw she, being out of breath and energy, was not moving any, and walked up to meet her face to face.
"You stupid little wretch" Then Marian felt a hardy slap across the face, which knocked her over on the ground. As she decided to stand back up, she felt a sharp piercing pain in her chest, the pain of a knife being rammed through. She looked up to see the leader holding a hand crossbow with no bolt. Marian looked at her chest to see that bolt sticking out with blood slowly seeping down her shirt.
"Maybe now you will remember never to stand in the way of the Dermuntreese!" said their leader. "My name is Dermon Gregor. You might want to think twice next time. Oh, but I have forgotten so soon. There shan't be a next time!" With this he let out an deep laugh. "Lets go, there's more towns to be trashed!" His men cheered at this as Marian went unconscious.