Nothing is as it was before.
A shift had happened in the world, the gap between life and death closing. The world had shaken, cracked, moved beneath her; it feels almost cruel the way things had changed. The Beqanna she knew is no longer the Beqanna that once was - decades had passed since the mutiny, the capture, the torture, the death. So she is surprised to hear that whisper, cool and calm like a summer breeze.
"Arise."
She gasps - her lungs are heavy with water and fear. Her eyes open, a blurry and grainy image of Sylva, before they adjust to the blinding white winter. She shivers, blinks; her eyes flicker from side to side. She looks at herself - her body is in tact, save for a few discernable scars marking the delicate edges of her curves.
Sylva - Modicum Mortem, the devil's reject and his band of impossible misfits. They were here...weren't they? Or...was the little bastard dead? She didn't know, and she wasn't going to stay and find out.
Her old bones cracked as she struggled to run, cold wind blew harsh on her face. Ischia - Brennen, the mutiny, Klaudius, Durotan…names and faces fought their way into her mind. Her children, where were her children? Karat, Kromium, Kanamae and...what was the other one's name? She hadn't named him, she'd died before she could. But she had seen him, a beautiful bay with speckles of green, the perfect mix between his parents. Was he alive or had he too suffered her same fate?
She doesn't know where she's going, but her mind tells her west - Run west until you can no longer feel your legs, and when they have given out, fly until you can no longer feel your wings. She doesn't look where she's going, and she doesn't stop - even as she passes the familiar volcanic ashland of Tephra (Warrick, was he still alive?). Even as she crosses the sandbar towards Ischia. She needs to get home, her home.
Salt and sand clings to the once-queen. She breathes quickly through her nose, her lungs quivering with every sharp gasp inward. Krone's body feels numb, and she feels herself collapse into the sand - warm and familiar. Everything is new, but that feeling of warmth clinging to her skin, that sun basking upon her, that is what calms her.
Home. I am home.
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