THE ASHIRYSANS(ah-SHEE-ree-sons):
As i said previously, my name is Sozoke Adamura. My alias: Descendant of Dark Sorcery. My home...what would you describe as "home"? An enormous, fancy mansion? A nice little house on the prairie.....no. My home is a village where the damned are casted away. Food, water, and...the remainder of what our kind had prior to our damnation is scarce to us. The only thing we feast upon is the blood of our foes and the urge to fight on.
Our kind was banished when the humans dicovered that we'd been in practice with dark sorcery. They feared that we'd conquer their precious land. After this thought hit them, they ran us out of our houses with, the typical, torch and pitchfork. Not wanting to dispose of those humans right away, my father insisted that we just leave willingly.
So then we were casted away...to the island of Ashirys. In this land, we are Ashirysans, the forgotten ethnicity. The only reason someone drops by is for two reasons: (1) to drop off more forgetables(2)attempts to kill what's left of us before we went "renegade" and "destroyed the human race"....

to be continued^_^. hope you enjoyed this piece. let me know when you're done so i can post the next piece.