Age Recommendation: 16+
Following Savrsen of Isein
The world is falling apart. The Fae have fallen. Hope seems lost, everything lying in the heir of Bethia - Tairsa.
She looked out across the world, at the darkening of the sun, at the trees that seemed to be made of stone, at the leaves made of glass, at the brilliant red grass, glowing in the sunset. This world, seemed so... Peaceful.
So free of the worries that they had fled.
She was not the same woman, that she had been, when they left... Left a dying world, in the hands of a dying goddess, letting her sacrifice save them. Letting her, a goddess who had saved them countless times, die, in their place.
Tairsa winced, she was still not certain that she could ever forgive herself for that.
Bethia... Gone.
Instead, they stood in this place... So many of them...
Bethia had warned her of course, that this place would not welcome them, and that the only person that could still access their magick would be the heir of the Madness.
The heir of Bethia.
Herself.
But... Tairsa hadn't realised how a lack of magick would... Affect her people. It was power that they had used for daily tasks, a system they had been able to access since birth, some greatly, some weekly... But it had always been there, and now... Now it was gone.
Blocked by the rocks that formed the Saint's Isles. It was as if they had been addicted to a powerful drug, and now it was gone.
Tairsa winced, she had already needed to have some of her people strapped to the ground, till the longings passed. This cleansing process, it was far from easy. Added to that, was the worry.
Since the arrival of the Aldfae on the Saint's Isles, they had yet to meet a single individual local inhabitant.
Bethia had said that they were a great people, that despite their lack of magick they had been able to achieve similar inventions and processes. A great feat.
An advanced civilisation... Surely they knew the Aldfae were there... But... They held back. Were they judging her people? Scouting them? Searching for a weakness, a way to destroy them?
Watching her?
Tairsa winced, trying to relax herself. It was a beautiful world. It was.
But she was... Beyond worry.
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