Moonspear your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave, ii

It was dark, and then it wasn't.

Mira was far from the point of impact, but she saw the flash of light, moving so quick through the sky that she almost wondered if she had hallucinate it once it dissapeared behind the slopes, until it came crashing down and seemed to shake the very ground she was standing on. The serpent fell to her knees, crumbling. Rocks and pebbles tumbled; dust settled around her. She coughed out a shaky breath, and opened her eyes that she realized she had clenched tightly shut. She couldn't fear this- she couldn't. If something had the balls to try and shake Moonspear, she was determined to go tear them off. 

When she got closer to the scene, it got harder to navigate the terrain. Mira realized whatever creature had done this had done far worse than she could have imagined- Moonspear's land was unrecognizable. Clouds of dust still floated in the air here, as if refusing to let her see. But there was little to prevent her once she caught a touch of scent, and followed it, until she crumbled once again at the side of Mother's remains. She wouldn't look anymore- she did not want to see how unrecognizable the Queen might be. But her scent was here, and her still body. Hydra's daughter clenched her eyes shut, and sobbed without shame into her own paws in front of the remains, feeling more alone than she ever had before.