The Fall of Sarissa du Caramelir

My name is Sarissa. My full name would be Lady Sarissa du Caramelir, but I care not for that name. It does not matter.

I was the youngest of the Caramelir household, certainly in no shape to take up any relevant role, save for that of being married off to some other noble man, and so I had deigned to instead work at the church. There, I would learn how to use a staff, yet I knew that such menial tasks at the church was not my calling- The world called out to me. And so, I ran away, once more, with a horse I had named Partisan, sword and staff with my hand, the signet ring of my family the one valuable possession I had on me.

The next destination was a small town in the northeast, where, through no small feat of gold-spending, I had managed to acquire myself a rather exquisite claymore that I had dubbed "Heavensblade". I had always imagined myself as a paragon of justice, wherever I went. I had kept to the local area for some time, before venturing out in search of some funds, for Heavensblade had broken.

Why...? Why did I run away from safety, so many times?
No, the reason why does not matter.

It was then that I had met HER.
She stood before me, wielding weapons of all sorts- Magic, swords, spears, axes, bows, all manners of weapons. My body was her doll, her doll that she thoroughly thrashed about, leaving it almost torn, in rags, on the ground. She didn't even use a weapon, then. Just her fists.

"Do you believe in your gods any longer?" She asked me this question, and I nodded. She healed me, then punched me to the ground again, and my body nearly collapsed in upon itself, for the pain was nigh-unbearable.

Why? Why didn't anyone come to my aid, when I needed it the most?
No, the reason why does not matter. All that matters, is what has happened.

"How about now?" She asked again. Foolishly, I told her that I believed still, and this time, she laughed, striking me down once more, without even healing me.

"Do you still believe in something that will never, ever help you in your life? Someone who, even now, could not do anything of worth to help you at all?" At this time, I had been reduced to nothing more than a blubbering mess, striking at her legs when she came closer. Despite my struggle, I stopped when she crouched down, and stroked my hair. "I am Tsukiko Fluorspar, the herald of the Void, for it is the world's will to return unto it."

She healed me yet again, and left me where I was. For seven days, I could hardly speak with anyone about my troubles, let alone anyone from the church. Dark thoughts ran through my mind, at times. Perhaps Miss Fluorspar was correct, the church was useless. Gods didn't help anyone, certainly not me, when I had been nearly killed. These thoughts festered, yet I was afraid to talk with anyone I knew of, regarding this- What if they had thought me to be some heretic, touched by the Void?

No, their words no longer mattered. I WAS touched by the Void. The only suitable conclusion was that I find HER once more, and remain by her side.