"Will you tell me what happened Christine? Where you have been all this time?" He asks, his voice trembles giving away that he is scared to hear this tale.

I nod my head and start recounting what happened starting from that fateful night.

"It happened about 5 weeks after you left to rejoin your party. It was just another night, and I was asleep in bed. Suddenly I was awoken by a large bang outside. I rushed to the window to see lots of people emerging from the forest tree line. There was fire in the trees. Suddenly, an explosion occurred in the middle of a group of people running toward the house. They were blown to pieces. There were body parts littering the yard."

"Yeah, that's your mother, the explosive fire mage."

"The explosions kept ringing out as the people got closer and closer to the house. Then I heard lots of footsteps in the house and mom burst into my room. She started to rush toward me trying to tell me to run, when a massive sword erupted from her chest. Her blood rained down on me and I watched her life leave her eyes."

"The man who killed her then threw her away like trash and grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the living room. There were bodies everywhere, and strange men all over the place. They began beating me and slapping me. They put a bag over my head and took me to their encampment."

"There I was beaten mercilessly and forced to do all manner of disgusting things. I had to clean up their filth and wash their blood stains armor and shit stained underwear. They never fed me or gave me water. I had to survive by sneaking scraps of food from their trash, and sneak sips of water or alcohol from their cups."

I recount my tale of what happened to me, my fathers face contorting to one of pure hatred and malice. Two emotions that I know all too well.

"You couldn't use your water spell?"

"No, I was watched constantly. I was beaten for the most trivial things, and often just for their amusement. I didn't want to think of what they would do if they found out I could use magic."

"That makes sense." My father nods.

"I spent the next five years as their slave, never knowing a single second of those five years without pain. I always has bruises, broken ribs, and often one of more of my limbs wouldn't work correctly due to damage cause by my captors."

"But I managed to keep myself alive. My hatred for these people driving me to survive. A darkness was born inside me and grew with every day and every beating. This darkness called out to me to survive. It told me that I can't die yet. It told me to bide my time and one day the time would come."

"One day one of these men got too drunk and came into my room to try and sexually assault me. By that point I was practicing my magic in secret in my small closet sized room. I had developed three new spells, two of which would be somewhat useful, and one of them became a main attack I have relied on since."

I raise my hand and my torch spell activated without me saying a word. My need to recite my spells name in order to activate them was a weakness I had long since rid myself of. Sometimes I like saying the spells, as it seems to be a habit from my anime watching days. I think it sounds cooler sometimes.

"I developed this torch spell by combining mothers simple flame spell with my breeze spell I showed you that day we discussed my awakening."

My father nods remembering that day well. It wasn't a day he would ever soon forget.

"Well, when the man tried to assault me, I grabbed his face and activated this spell. His face was scorched off, some of his skin even stuck to my my hands. I then tried to run out of there but was confronted by another man. When he saw what I did to that man's face, he put his hands around my neck and began to choke me."

I let my torch go and formed a long icicle without saying a word, my father obviously shocked that I could activate spells without reciting them.

"I made an icicle like this one and stabbed them man in his ribs, puncturing a lung. I then ran out of the building but was kicked in the chest as soon as I got outside. I was sent flying back into the room where I was beaten over and over and over. I thought I was finished and they were going to kill me there and then. Instead they tied my hands and feet together, and stuffed me into a bag."

"They discussed what to do with me when someone suggested throwing me in the depths. Everyone seemed to agree, seemingly glad to be finally rid of me after all these years. They carried me for what seems like forever, then threw me and I hit a wall. They left me there tied up and inside the bag. I used my flame spell to burn away the ropes and the bag, allowing me to escape."

"I found myself in a dark cave. They tossed me into a small alcove within the cave. I left the cave and headed in the direction I heard their voices trailing off to, but the exit to the cave was sealed off by a massive boulder. I had no choice but to go the other way. I kept walking until I came to a massive stone archway with a room that was suddenly lit up by torches."

My fathers expression fell to one of concern at what I was describing.

"Wait, was there a massive Troll in that room?!"

"Yes, it was there. They had thrown me into the Lesser Creshent Forest Labyrinth."

"By the gods, Christine, that place is... that place is..."

"I'm well aware father." I say with a chuckle.

"People have gone into that place and never come out! Your mother and I went in there with our party to investigate the dungeon. We were sent there at the request of the government to investigate all the disappearances in the dungeon. We fought the Troll and even with 6 of us we barely managed to take it down. We took seriously heavy damage from that monster. We tried to clear the dungeon but we never even made it close to the boss."

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"Yeah, that troll is one hell of a guy dad. Anyway, as soon as it saw me it charged me and I ran back to the little cave they threw me in. I knew it was too big to get through the small opening, so I thought I was safe. Well, it reached in with one of its stupidly long arms and grabbed one of my legs. I used my torch spell on its arm, but it was so strong that it took everything I had to burn it and get it to let me go."

"Once it did it tried to pull its arm back, but it got stuck even worse. It couldn't get out, and it couldn't attack me any more, so I did the only thing I could. I used my torch spell on its face until it's eyes were burned out. Then I used my icicles to stab its neck over and over until I was finally able to pierce its skin and sever arteries in its neck. It took a while, but I was able to finally kill it. I gained more levels than I thought possible and the Troll dropped my first weapon, my Troll Dagger, a rare weapon."

I took out a Troll Dagger that I received later on in my stay after learning the Spatial Movement skill. I wanted a new dagger since I discarded my old ones. You know, as sort of a moment I for those times. I handed the blade to my father. My father looked on in awe as I recounted my fight against the troll. He was in shock that I was able to kill it by myself when he and his whole party was barely able to do it.

"From there, I decided to continue into the dungeon since the guys who threw me in there had blocked the enterance with a massive boulder. I came across a spear wielding goblin in the hallway past the troll room. It gave me a bunch of trouble and I got slashed a few times and it broke my nose, but I was able to kill it, but it was a long fight, gaining more levels. I continued on but soon came to a group of three goblins. I decided I would have to come back after I rested back in my cave. I figured that little alcove was a safe spot as I already spent the night in there once."

"As you know, because of all this, I was never able to attend school where they presumably teach you about dungeons and monsters and whatnot. Without this knowledge I had no clue that monsters respawn after a certain amount of time passes. So, when I was heading back to my room in the cave, I exited the hallways back to the troll's room. I wasn't aware of the Troll having respawned. I had to run for my life again and dove back into my room. The troll stupidly made the exact same mistake as before and got stuck in the doorway to the alcove. This time I had a weapon and was a bit stronger. I was able to dispatch the troll again, gaining lots of levels again. The sight of the trolls blood awakened the darkness inside me, and I advanced toward the dungeon on the sole need to spill the blood of everything in my path."

My father listens in horror as he listens to how his daughter became an unbridled killing machine.

"I mercilessly slaughtered everything in my path, quickly growing strong enough to slaughter even the Trolls on my own. I was able to get a few rare gear drops and that only made me stronger. I slaughtered goblins and trolls with reckless abandon, and soon found myself with a second dagger from a troll. I also unlocked my first class: Assassin. My class born out of my love for killing." I was also able to learn a new healing spell from one of the caster goblins, so that gave me more survivability."

"Finally I walked into the boss room and faced the Minotaur."

"The Minotaur?!" My farther practically screams.

"Yeah, why? What's wrong father?"

"I have heard of those monsters. Only the greatest parties have come across such a monster in the Greater labyrinth in the Capitol. They are fearsome beasts taller than houses, and strong as anything ever encountered."

I nod my head listening to my fathers description. Funny though, he says they are normally encountered on higher floors of the Greater Labyrinth in the Capitol. Why would such a monster be the boss of the very first floor of this Lesser Labyrinth?!

"Yeah, that's about right. It got a good hit on me, kicked me right in the chest, shattering my ribcage with that kick. Took 4 heals to fix that. I was able to beat the Minotaur though. I picked him apart untill he could no longer move anymore. Then I picked up his head by that gold ring in its nose and sliced his neck in half."

If I could take a picture of my father with the face he is making, I would. The absolute shock and disbelief on his face is priceless. I reach behind me and pull out the battered Minotaur Skull that I used to wear back then. It barely survived my fight with the Samurai Kitsune, and it was the only piece that I kept. I hand it over to my father to look at.

"That's the skull helmet that the Minotaur dropped. I wore that for a long time."

"After I killed the Minotaur and equipped my new gear and enjoyed my pie..."

"Pie?!" My father asked in bewilderment. I let out a good laugh and explain.

"Yeah, the boss chest had a berry pie in it. It was fucking delicious! Having eaten nothing but rotting scraps for five years, that pie was heaven."

"Christine language!!"

"Oops, sorry dad. A lots happened. I spent five years surrounded by foul mouth criminals after all."

"Good point, but still."

"I'll try to control my language dad." I say with a laugh.

"By the way, I have been meaning to ask, why do you look like a fox? What's the deals with the tails?"

I let out a large belly laugh completely forgetting about my form. I'm so used to by now.

"It's from my gear set, dad. I won it off the 4-Tailed-Kitsune on the second floor of the labyrinth."

"The Kitsune?! You fought a God?!!"

"Um, well, that's kind of a long story, but yes I did, and I killed her. Well, not sure I actually killed her though, but I won that fight... barely."

My father goes pale hearing how I killed a god on the second floor of the labyrinth.

"She wasn't the first God I encountered either." I say with a mischievous smile.

"WHAT?!" Shouts my father.

"Yeah, that labyrinth is crazy difficult, dad! You wouldn't believe the shit I saw down there!"

"I bet! That place was sealed off after our investigation. It was deemed far too dangerous for being a Lesser Labyrinth. It's first floor was on the difficulty level of the 20th floor of a Greater Labyrinth. We concluded that subsequent floors would be even more difficult and we deemed the dungeon a danger, and thus it was sealed. Also, language Christine."

"Sorry dad" I say with another chuckle.

"From what I could tell, each floor is dozens of levels more difficult than the previous one. When I got to the second floor, the first enemy was an Elite Dire Wolf. It almost killed me. Shredded my left leg to bits, even the bone was shattered by its powerful jaws and teeth. If I didn't have that healing spell, I would have died right there."

"Did you say dozens of levels more difficult?!"

"Yes, eventually I obtained an inspection skill that allows me to see a monsters name, level, HP, MP, and skills. The Elite Dire Wolf on the second level, was level 80."

"LEVEL 80!! That's not possible!!" My dad shouts in pure shock.

"It was. It was FAR more difficult than the Minotaur boss on the first floor. When I made it to the third floor, the first monster was an Elite Greater Cave Ogre that was level 120."

"120!!!! How can that be?!!! Even the most high level elite parties in the whole kingdom wouldn't even be able to beat that level 80 Wolf on the second floor!"

"Yeah, the level gap was something else. The Floor boss on the third floor was level 150."

"150..." my dad says in a hoarse voice, as though it was impossible to even say.

"Anyway I got ahead of myself here. After I barely beat that level 80 Wolf, I continued on and came across a beautiful pond with a waterfall feeding it. I found a cave behind the waterfall and set up camp there. As I explored, I found a sunken shrine 60 feet underwater in the center of the pond. When I investigated that, I found a boss door that required a payment of my blood. As a condition, my wound wouldn't heal until I defeated the boss within. The boss within was the King of the Seas, I assume another God. It was one of my favorite fights out of all in that place. He was a skilled fighter and made entirely of water. It took some thinking to figure out how to beat him, but I did, and not a second too son as I was feeling dizzy from blood loss. He disappeared in a column of steam then swirled back into existence on his throne. He healed me and bestowed me with an Epic quality amulet. It has a pretty amazing unique skill on it that allows me to breathe underwater."

"I-I'm sorry, did you say breathe underwater?!"