Guthix Was Right
Story Post - One Shot
A sigh. It lofted out into the chilly night sky and dispersed into the clouds over the Iowerth District. It couldn't be heard over the goddess' soothing singing crystals, but though she knew her hope was louder and bolder than her despair, the latter still lurked within. Lurked within everyone.
Who could blame the people of Tirannwn? Their scars not fully healed from the last war, yet knowing another was on the horizon? No one. Especially not the Iowerth. They should, and would, be the last clan to look down on the rest. Yet, as Seren watched from the Tower, seeing them spar with eternal vigor, she knew they'd still be the first to march to her war hymn. They would both want to, and need to. These champions were the backbone of the elves' might in times of civil peace or civil unrest. That was nothing to be argued.
The march would be sooner rather than later. Was time on her side? Was time on her peoples' side? Questionable. It was unfortunately obvious that two years wasn't long enough for all wounds to heal. The clans would not fully trust a wartime Iowerth again, and the seven clans would harbor contempt for one another as well, knowing they all abandoned each other when they should have allied in times past.
But few people sought counsel with her anymore, and of those few it was mostly clan leaders seeking advice on important matters. The door was even open. She was glad to return company if given it. Yet, joyed as they all were with her return, they were no longer dependent on her. Loving smiles up to the Tower was certainly not as severe as crystal-withdraw death.
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