Redsand Canyon The quiet hour

A curse of her own making, yes. He nodded, eyes fluttering over the large woman and then back down the pathway. But for me she would always say I was 'a blessing from the Gods'. Much like Nyra's own mother said about her and her sisters.

 During her pregnancy rumors spread. It was said she had to have made a pact with the Devil himself. A witch! They cried. After a quick trial, my mother was banished from the lands, newborn in tow. Past the mountains beyond, a refugee band took pity on is and let us stay with them. Blood Valley, the land it was called. Not too unlike the large labyrinth of red rocks here, for which the land was named of course. 

My mother and I kept to ourselves mostly, He was her mother's only love and only care in the world. Smothering in a manner that let off serious 'Psycho' movie vibes. When word got over to them of the witch, the band kept their distance, fearful of what she may do. I learned to take care of her, in her old age... Revealing his knowledge of herbs and such. Passed down to him by his mother's teachings. Finally, after wondering so long, mother told me something... She said, 'For years I prayed to the Gods for answers and they were silent. A heartbreak for a priestess, childless, husbandless, to have even her Gods look away. Then I called out to the Devil, and he spoke.' 

Hemlocke paused then, both in word and walk, looking back to Nyra for recognition.