The World was in flames. Civilisation was not through Hell yet. As the Second Uprising began, Rethren found itself burned by demons, though not Chained; they were lesser only by name. The Castle burned once again and prophets spoke of a warrior who would cleans the lands, though at a great cost to himself. This prophecy was wrong. A woman, a healer and a bard appeared at Dagfar, to take on the lesser demon by herself. No one knew where she had come from, she was simply there. She picked up her lute and sang as the fires rolled around her. The demon fell in love with her, and begged for her to join him at the helm of a new Kingdom. The demon took the form of a young man to tempt her, and so she was. Drawn into his arms they embraced, and took forth to a new Kingdom. As they lay together in bed, the woman, Dira plunged a dagger into the Demon, causing him to roar with pain. This was no physical pain, but the emotion this demon felt overwhelmed him and he died of a broken heart.
As Dira stood on the balcony of the Castle, she was met by boo’s and hatred, the people feeling that she had left them. She cried out stating this was not true, and the Gods appeared to support this. They gave their word and a promise that as long as Dira’s lute remained in the Court, then demons would leave the land forever. Dira obtained the title of Saint and left with the Gods to never return to this land.
Writer’s notes: It appears as if this story comes off as fake, most stories of the Gods are. Somehow I can’t shake the feeling that this is not the only reference to Dira’s life. Legends speak of a Journal she kept, if I could find that, I could find out the Lute’s secrets and maybe it’s location.
Details on the notebook place it somewhere in the Kanderian Mountains Monastery, though monks have always been slow to give up their secrets, I must go appeal to them.