Firefly Glen Knowledge is power

War had left the mountains behind and wandered far. She didn't know where she was headed anymore, she didn't feel anything. She was nothing now, no purpose, no mind left to rule her and control her. She was empty. And yet - she found herself following the scent of the familiar. She didn't even want to think of her name, but yet it kept popping into her mind over and over.

Nyra, Nyra, Nyra, Nyra, Nyra

Like an enchantment she followed the scent of her blood and she didn't know what she wanted from it. Did she wanted to continue her attack? Did she want answers? What did she want? What did she need? Closure perhaps? She didn't know. The war had ended and nothing was left as the same anymore, she was a hollow war machine without the key to start the engine.

She did not expect to find her.

Not like this. She was wounded, hurt, drinking from the water with caution in her eyes. War did nothing to hide herself, she stepped forward, knowing she had been seen. She stepped toward the water on the other side of the stream. She could easily make the jump but she didn't. She watched the white female and then suddenly without warning, everything returned.

The hurt, the betrayal, the feelings. All of it flushed back like a hammer hitting her right on the forehead. War stood silently, didn't move or talk but just felt everything rushing back.

"Why?"

Was that really all she could come up with? She had so much to say, so many questions. Why did you leave me behind? Why did you run from the battle? It wasn't the Nyra she thought she knew, not the strong leader who never backed down. She had run off with her tail between her legs and now she was here. So many questions pressed on.

Why didn't you love me back?