The young girl stood by the arched window, a gentle breeze rustling through the long tresses of her auburn hair, her eyes closed as she allowed the
sun’s light to shine upon her uplifted face while she attempted to reflect upon the events that recently had occurred.
She leant against the window’s edge, an unwelcome tear falling upon her cheek, a hundred thoughts flying throughout the intricate pathways of her
mind, and yet none seemed to stay long enough for her to focus upon. A despair she had thought she would never know flittered about here and there,
thrumming through her veins and quickening her heart as she struggled to swim through the swift flow of her thoughts.
It was no use. She opened her glistening eyes and stared out across the realm, the once vibrant land now stood covered in an unnatural darkness, a
thick mist shrouded all that she had once known, and with a resentful squint of her eyes, her keen vision allowed her sight to travel far towards the
distant horizon, where upon an impossibly tall mountain stood His ivory tower.
She would not speak His name; she dare not! For the man was a powerful sorcerer, at his bidding were spells of illusion the like of which the land had
never before seen, and only few were strong enough to resist the magical deception that he used to wrest control of the kingdom. The great Protectors
of the land had failed, they had been unwilling to fight the mind controlled denizens and instead chose to depart in anguish, and some in anger. Not
long after the days of the Protector’s departure a small resistance had formed, and she had been a part of it… but the sorcerer’s power grew
stronger, the illusions became reality, and now she stood alone.
The people who had fallen under His spell seemed happy, but she doubted that they knew any better and instead she believed that they had been forced
to forget the traditions of the Ancients; the people they had venerated and the customs they had cherished for millennia until but a few months
This day was one of her more depressing days… she wondered if perhaps she should forget everything she had ever known, and fall into the falsities
that the masses now believed in. She would have family once more, friendship, she would be alone no longer… but was it worth it? Would it not be
better to fight? A single woman against the Man in the ivory tower? It seemed ridiculous… and yet… a small hope began to form within.
The rays of the sun beat down upon her face, the breeze grew stronger and her hair flew behind her in a makeshift train. The traces of tears
disappeared from her eyes and for the first time in what seemed weeks, a small smile begin to form upon her face, an aura of unfamiliar happiness
blazing around her as she stared at the distant tower.
No, she would not fall into the misguided beliefs of they who had once been her kin. She would march upon that ivory tower, a lone heretic, she would
face His illusions, and though the people would never know of her great battle, she would have died for what she believed in; a world unconcealed.
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