Tsana
She ran as if her life depended on it, because well, it did. The thing that possessed the high lord just wouldn’t give up on her. He was on her tail ever since she stabbed him that day three weeks ago when the army of dead people attacked her village and destroyed everything and everyone in it. Tsana had no idea how she managed to escape, she barely had recollection of what happened. She remembered running towards the village’s hall to ring the alarm bells, the sound spreading in the quiet space around her like thunder. She remembered the panic and the screams. And the fires and the desperation, and being trapped in a corner with only her spare dagger as a weapon against at least five of the possessed people and turning to her magic for help for the second time in a day. Everything
