09-02-2016, 04:11 PM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
She’d prayed for something. She was not sure what it was, but she had prayed for something. In the craziness of the world, she was blind to its fate, and was so unsure of her own reckoning and pride that she felt herself clutching her rosary close to her breast waiting for the end to come. And when it finally did—she was not surprised.
For she had been arrogant, greedy and selfish. Pushing herself to the ends of her limits, Reagan pushed along, waiting for the end to take her. When the earthquakes happened, she was not sure what had happened to Ruan, but suddenly she found herself alone, blind, and vulnerable without her natural born abilities. She knew she was in the meadow, and she groped her way along, cussing every time she scraped a knee on a rock or a twig or smacking her face with a branch. Her glimmer had faded away, and now she was revealed as she was—older, body sunken in, full of the scrapes and scars of her many times on the battlefield.
She was the witch—the ogre. And she was not sure that she would ever find her peace again.
She just needed… Something. But she was not sure what.