She inhales the crispy scent of steam and sulfur that comes from the small volcano within the distance. The heat of this land makes her feel warm and cold, it is comforting and haunting her at the same time. There are suppressed memories here she keeps tightly locked up within the darkness of her mind. Nonetheless, the memories flood forward, just as the lava pours out from the volcano and crisscrosses across the land.
These memories she no longer can hold back. No matter how much she had tried, they pushed to the forefront of her thoughts, reminding her of the things she had succeeded and failed. She had been someone here, among Tephra and Beqanna, she had been someone that others looked up to.
But she had failed them.
She had failed them as their leader.
She had left them within the dark.
Her heart broke for the things she had done, but her failures did not control her. Lucrezia found her strength within those years she had disappeared from the lands of Beqanna. She would always find the strength within her to stand up—there was never a time she could give up, despite how many times she would fall down and fail she would be stronger again.
It had called her back—the magic of this world, as it always did to those who left for distant lands. Lucrezia could not ignore it, could not simply forget the one place that had given her a home again. Whether or not it was filled with others she knew, Tephra would always hold a special place within her heart.
The peafowl winged-mare steps forward from the edges of the northern land. She does not wait to be greeted as most formalities of diplomacy would be followed. Tephra was her home, and always would be.
“Welcome home,” she mumbles softly to herself as she proceeds deeper into the land.
These memories she no longer can hold back. No matter how much she had tried, they pushed to the forefront of her thoughts, reminding her of the things she had succeeded and failed. She had been someone here, among Tephra and Beqanna, she had been someone that others looked up to.
But she had failed them.
She had failed them as their leader.
She had left them within the dark.
Her heart broke for the things she had done, but her failures did not control her. Lucrezia found her strength within those years she had disappeared from the lands of Beqanna. She would always find the strength within her to stand up—there was never a time she could give up, despite how many times she would fall down and fail she would be stronger again.
It had called her back—the magic of this world, as it always did to those who left for distant lands. Lucrezia could not ignore it, could not simply forget the one place that had given her a home again. Whether or not it was filled with others she knew, Tephra would always hold a special place within her heart.
The peafowl winged-mare steps forward from the edges of the northern land. She does not wait to be greeted as most formalities of diplomacy would be followed. Tephra was her home, and always would be.
“Welcome home,” she mumbles softly to herself as she proceeds deeper into the land.
@[Warrick]
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