Everything that had happened in the Deserts during her absence felt like a dream. It had to be some sort of illusion. A protection spell that Yael used in order to save the kingdom was an idea. She could not find any reason why the gods, the magic, or whatever directed the nature of Beqanna would have chosen the Deserts. She knows these lands, these heathens that fill them, are the sole reason her kingdom has suffered – the only place she ever felt accepted, felt like she was home. It was where Lucrezia discovered who she was. Her family had begun there. Her friends had lived there too. Everything was gone now.
She felt angry at the world, disappointed in herself, and helpless in what to do next. Everything she had loved, found peace and life within, was simply left behind. Simply gone in a blink of an eye.
Regret weighs heavily on her shoulders. She feels like a failure now, drowning in her own guilt. Everything she loved in this place she had left. Lucrezia had left with her son believing that when she returned nothing would’ve changed. She was wrong.
It was unbearable. The nights have become long for her, she feels restless and unable to find peace within the dark hours where she knows she must sleep. She is tired of thinking what she has done wrong. There has to be something she can do, but Lucrezia cannot help but beat herself up for the mistake she has made. It is her fault—she admits, blaming everything on herself.
Lucrezia stands along the outskirts of the meadow, shadows hiding her from the early morning light. Her brown eyes peer across the land as she watches the few that harbor the meadow early this morning. A soft sigh releases from her mouth and she exhales a deep breath through her nostrils. Spring was here—she can feel the land warming up and the nuisance of birds singing as dawn breaks. Lucrezia had once enjoyed the coming of spring but now she does not even bother with the peace it once gave her. Instead there was uncertainty of what she was to do or where to go.
She was alone once again.
She felt angry at the world, disappointed in herself, and helpless in what to do next. Everything she had loved, found peace and life within, was simply left behind. Simply gone in a blink of an eye.
Regret weighs heavily on her shoulders. She feels like a failure now, drowning in her own guilt. Everything she loved in this place she had left. Lucrezia had left with her son believing that when she returned nothing would’ve changed. She was wrong.
It was unbearable. The nights have become long for her, she feels restless and unable to find peace within the dark hours where she knows she must sleep. She is tired of thinking what she has done wrong. There has to be something she can do, but Lucrezia cannot help but beat herself up for the mistake she has made. It is her fault—she admits, blaming everything on herself.
Lucrezia stands along the outskirts of the meadow, shadows hiding her from the early morning light. Her brown eyes peer across the land as she watches the few that harbor the meadow early this morning. A soft sigh releases from her mouth and she exhales a deep breath through her nostrils. Spring was here—she can feel the land warming up and the nuisance of birds singing as dawn breaks. Lucrezia had once enjoyed the coming of spring but now she does not even bother with the peace it once gave her. Instead there was uncertainty of what she was to do or where to go.
She was alone once again.
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