Wapun Meadow [m] I am not a martyr, I'm a problem

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Bitterness consumed her as she left Kvarsheim, heading now for the mountains she'd often glimpsed beyond the valley. She would cross them, she figured, and see what was on the other side. She would leave all of this bullshit behind her, go somewhere no one knew her name or her father or all that followed her. She didn't need any of it. She didn't need Arric or Skáld, either.

Mae only needed herself.

As the mountains loomed ever closer, she heard Moss calling to her from the swamp.

"You can't run from death, Mae."

Her lips peeled away from her teeth in a silent snarl, head lowering, but she did not falter as she stalked through the meadow. Watch me.