A story about a Mesmer who skipped the personal story.


"The Human Race once Ruled Tyria. Now we struggle to hold our ground. We've been defeated, driven back, and broken. But we will not surrender. So many nations have fallen. Only Kryta still stands.Our faith is strong, despite the silence of the Six Gods. With courage, we'll make our stand in Divinity's Reach. The city is my home. I was born into luxury, a Noble of Divinity's Reach, and privilege comes with responsibility. I protect the commoners under my care. They believe in me. I'm grateful for their trust, and I will not let them down. Today, I planned to venture beyond the gates of the city and see the world for myself. But when I arrived in Shaemoor, I found the town under siege by Centaurs. Innocent villagers are in danger. Someone has to help. I will show the people that we can triumph, that there is still hope. This is my story."


A Mesmer by Trade, I stand with my Illusions as my only reinforcements. My blade, an ancient family relic, is my only weapon. I quickly get a feel for the weapons unique composition, and I instantly adapt it to my own style of fighting. My sword becomes a blur and centaurs fall one by one. A few adventures are gathered at the gates of Shaemoor's Garrison. We defend it as best as we can, and just when we think we might be overwhelmed soldiers open the gates. Our reprieve is short lived as the attack continues from the gates on the other side of the Garrison. With Captain Thackeray at our sides we push back the Centaurs. A lone fleeing Centaur Sage conjure's an enormous Earth Elemental, leaving us to defend ourselves once again. The Elemental is fierce, before I know whats happening I am knocked down. I struggle to get back up throwing everything I have at the Elemental. The last thing about the battle I remember was a smaller summoned Earth Elemental's rock fist smashing into my skull.


I awoke in the Infirmary unsure of why I was there. A priestess explained that I was injured in an explosion, I did not remember an explosion. She explained that some of my friends had been there to see me while I was unconscious. I thanked the Priestess and was on my way.


Back at home I was surprised to find a big gathering of friends and family cheering "Katree!"They were calling me a Hero. I was overwhelmed and ran off before anyone could say anything to me. Tears streamed down my face, I knew I was not a hero. I was taken out by a small elemental and was lucky to be alive. I decided that I could not face the town again and ventured off into the valley.


To be Continued...