» the calm before the storm

KIADA troy falls a thousand times in every dream i dream She hadn’t realized that Hope meant more lands to explore. Though Kiada supposed it made sense considering every other time they had done something, more places were available. But as she traversed the cold and snowy landscape, there was a deep-rooted part of her that was filling that void within her with longing. She was homesick. And it was these snow-capped mountains that reminded her of all that she had lost so long ago – of the tundra of the North, protected by that fierce dark protector Deimos who was the Reaper in the flesh, that dark brooding creature that surveyed his home with pride and power. The very same that had smiled upon her as a child and bestowed his blessing to her for her recruiting abilities despite the fact she was barely a year old. She missed him, she missed this place. And her heart hurt even more as she trudged through the thick snow to reach a place that had been so familiar to her, despite her homesickness. This, she knew, was the Blood Falls. This was the place the Harpy was born. As she came to a stop a bit away from the group that had already begun gathering, she could hardly notice the faces standing there. All she could see was the raging rivers, the blood hued color seeping up through the icy white of the snow. And it angered her, some deep slumbering darkness within her. Perhaps the monster that was born of Helovia was from this land – the reason she was the way that she was before the Rift, before the betrayals and family that had simply vanished. Kiada snorted through her nose and glanced to those gathered before beginning to trudge toward the shores. “This is the Blood Falls.” She announced as she passed, her eyes never leaving the riverbanks. “This is where I was born. We must try to fix it.” Her voice was deeper, rough sounding as though the sudden onslaught of memories had left her hollow and raw. As she reached the shore, she stared down into the raging river, wondering what they could do to settle it. Khairi, the ever wonderful companion, swooped from the trees with a branch clutched in his talons. Kiada, in the meantime, had summoned her flames along her spine – the flames flickering in shapes of stalking wolves moving in for the kill as he swooped low enough to catch some of the flame on the end of the branch then pass off to the Harpy. She then, stretched her neck out with the stick to press the flame toward the water to see if it would do anything. At least it was something. "Talk." like ashes, like ashes, like a star burning out —

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