Elkirian had been drifting away from home for so long. Her bones ached with loneliness, fear and anger. No, not anger, rage. She raged against the world that had blown her around like a dead leaf.
Ashwyneth had been so kind to her, for a Rohirrim. Elkirian herself could not tell if she had mistrusted Ashwyneth because the horse lords were the enemies of her people, or because life had taught her that everyone would use her and discard her at their earliest convenience.
The healer, however, had mend her flesh but she also tried to do something that a lot of people had not really tried to do before… she tried to help her move on. She never asked what brought her there, she never prompted for secrets like Elkirian's previous guardians had done. Instead, she patiently listened to her.
Until one day Elkirian spoke her mind.“I am angry. I am so angry at all those people deciding for me, I am so angry at those who found me at my most vulnerable and decided to sap my life dry. I must unravel all those knots that suffocate me and then, perhaps, I can breathe freely” as she voiced her desire to break free she knew that she was also seeking for revenge. “There are so many things that need to be resolved, but I can start at the latest one… how does one bring down a cult?”
