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[ANIMA B.]

[COLOR=#FF6666]TAKE WHAT YOU NEED FROM THE DEAD

"Sing a song of dawn, dawn the day reborn~" Her voice rings out cool and clear across the plains as she walks up the observatory. The plains are... Quiet compared to the ones that she grew up on. They are serene and peaceful, much unlike the wide expanse of the Archlyte Steppe that she grew up upon where monsters lurked and hunted just like the hunters of Haerii. It was boring really, but sometimes boring was what was good for Anima. After all, things that were less boring kept adding to her scars, the mental ones bearing more of an issue than any physical wound ever could.

"Breathe deep of the dawn before the storm; this hearth, this home, wrested forth from tired fingers, bathed in blood and sealed in stone." It's an old song from Haerii that she sings, her voice carrying loud and clear like it would be sung when it was written. A cry and a call to arms it was, for a nation that had been beaten and broken to rise up and take back what was theirs. The story of Ala Mhigo was one written in blood, and it was one that had not been told for years she'd wager.

She needed to keep them alive. Haerii wasn't alive anymore but she needed to keep telling it's stories, keeping reciting it's songs. After all, she was the last daughter of Haerii to survive, baring her sister. She ought to keep her home alive for as long as she is. "Souls scarred twelvefold - beckoned by the bells of vengeance, spirits bold."

She notes that it seems utterly dead too. There are thick walls blocking outsiders from entering, a clever choice tactically, but there doesn't seem to be an entrance and she's encountered no patrols. That being said, she can't really smell them either - there's an uneasy feeling to that. But the singing, it helps her feel better, helps to take her mind off the uncomfortable silence. "A lover lost, a family torn, a solemn raised to rouse the slumbering heavens..."

"Fire in your eyes, fire in your hearts, steeled as you sound the horns of war. Yet know the cost through who shall mourn, when light is quenched that another might burn-" Her voice abruptly trails off as she reaches the entrance and finds it... Closed? Her eyes flick about, hearing her own breathing as she watches and waits for some sort of sign of life. It's... Uncomfortable.

She's been a loner often but that came with the quiet that she expected. Nature was her only companion, and she knew the sounds of the forest and the plains. Everything in nature was so obvious, provided you had your wits about you and knew a thing or two about survival and tracking. But she doesn't expect that here - she's been led to expect noise. Apart from her song, there is no sound whatsoever and she feels nervous.

Why would the Ascendants lock themselves away?

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