Seren is intimately acquainted with the idea of destruction. It may not have been fire that brought her family to ruin—at least in the physical sense—but as she stands within the charred forest, just now coming back to some semblance of life, the memories creep up on her without warning.
Blood, an unforgettable smell. Screams she cannot block out.
The hinterlands had been fruitless; there was barely a soul to be found, at least along the path she had traveled, and the ones she had spoken to were unaware of her brother's existence. So she moved on, and now finds herself near the sea, which also reminds her of home and all she has lost. She takes some time to weep, and then continues.
She has no choice but to continue. Because while she wanders here, searching, what is left of her family stares danger in the face. They, and those loyal to the Bleddyns, await the return of the rightful king—and only she can deliver him to them.
Blood, an unforgettable smell. Screams she cannot block out.
The hinterlands had been fruitless; there was barely a soul to be found, at least along the path she had traveled, and the ones she had spoken to were unaware of her brother's existence. So she moved on, and now finds herself near the sea, which also reminds her of home and all she has lost. She takes some time to weep, and then continues.
She has no choice but to continue. Because while she wanders here, searching, what is left of her family stares danger in the face. They, and those loyal to the Bleddyns, await the return of the rightful king—and only she can deliver him to them.
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