The Sunspire Oh, should my people fall,

It was her favorite place in the mountain top. The highest spire, where she could look down on the lands with a fascination, and a superiority to herself. Felt like she was ontop of the world, a sovereign, a warrior, a guard to the land.. Now she was at the lowest form, with nothing to her name but a previous honor, and a pride to boot.

Nothing could be seen with the constant pouring of rain, nothing could be heard except the constanding downpour against the rocks.

Nothing at all, except her final call to the mountain. A howl of mourning, to what she had lost.

In the end, she still believes she did what was right. She will find somewhere which will appreciate her. Somewhere, she can get respect of what she desired. Somewhere.. Somewhere soon.