09-16-2018, 09:54 PM
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Like her dearest, older, more experienced brother, she missed her mother dearly. How she whispered those words as she passed away. And now she was the leader of this place. Of the misfits. Of those who are cast out. And how they had to intergrate themselves in the odd society, to become less of misfits and become more like them. She had large tasks ahead of her.
She recalled the times, too. How, after standing near the ruins, her mother warned her and her siblings about the people of the light. And how, now, she had to accept them for political reasons. Alliances would not happen with a group that was so obscure, their name did not show up on any maps. Or their territory. She needed to get the Realm out there.
She had taken a walk to clear her mind, to be able to think. She took a deep breath, taking a few steps into camp. That is, of course, until she sees her brother, not hearing him. How he did that, moving quickly. It was the second time something like this happened, great Hylia! "Moonshadow!! Do that somewhere you might not accidentally ram someone. I don’t want to heal two concussions!" The Ancient Sorceress growled, scolding her older brother.
She recalled the times, too. How, after standing near the ruins, her mother warned her and her siblings about the people of the light. And how, now, she had to accept them for political reasons. Alliances would not happen with a group that was so obscure, their name did not show up on any maps. Or their territory. She needed to get the Realm out there.
She had taken a walk to clear her mind, to be able to think. She took a deep breath, taking a few steps into camp. That is, of course, until she sees her brother, not hearing him. How he did that, moving quickly. It was the second time something like this happened, great Hylia! "Moonshadow!! Do that somewhere you might not accidentally ram someone. I don’t want to heal two concussions!" The Ancient Sorceress growled, scolding her older brother.