Blackwater Islands Never Knowing

the prophet swept upon the scene with silent steps, ears cast forward to hear fury's words to her apparent follower. fury was not ready. she was lost.

something had gone terribly wrong.

fury, she greeted, the intensity of her mismatched gaze a clear sign that she had overheard the discussion. the listener looked to the unknown male, then, appraising him for a potential druid. perhaps.

but what to do with fury?

an empire for the future, she echoed the words, thoughtful. i believe there is a missing piece to this puzzle, queen. i believe there is a longer path to be walked before you achieve greatness.

her gaze lingered on the warrior queen's figure. she had changed, as the wispmother had changed. when had this happened?

am i mistaken in assuming that you already bear the beginnings of a new future? a new generation?