Crucis
As the sun descends behind the horizon, casting a warm glow over the land, Crucis decides to part ways with the group. Her heart is filled with gratitude for the warm welcome to Beqanna; she longs to explore the realm alone. With a graceful and deliberate movement, she unfurls her magnificent wings adorned with intricate, dark purple constellations and takes flight into the vast expanse of the evening sky. Glancing back, she sees the others in wide-eyed awe at her majestic flight.A contented smile graces her face before redirecting her focus to the heavens, her wings beating rhythmically as she ascends into the night, seamlessly blending into the darkness. Alone in the serene stillness of the night sky, she takes a moment to reflect on her future. Despite the warm reception from Escence’s family, she has yet to encounter anyone else in this new land. The question lingers in her mind: Shouldn't this kingdom have a ruler? Perhaps she could stake my claim to the throne. Maybe there's no one to contest it.
The desire to become a queen has been instilled in her by her mother from a young age, and the aspiration has taken root in her heart. However, finding the current ruler is a daunting task ahead of her. As much as she relishes the tranquility of soaring through the night sky, she recognizes the need to find a place to rest before seeking out the kingdom's leader, knowing that the encounter will likely demand all her strength and energy.
After a vigilant search, she discovers a secluded clearing nestled among the trees, encircling a serene pond that shimmers under the moon's gentle light. Landing with a graceful flourish on the pond's edge, she rests her majestic wings, strikingly reflecting the calm waters. Lost in thought, she softly repeats,"Queen Crucis... Queen of The Dale, First of Her Name..." savoring the resonance of her newfound title. Satisfied with her newfound purpose, she drifts into a peaceful slumber, ready to pursue her lifelong dream.
After all, this is why she has embarked on her journey to Beqanna. The next morning arrives with a symphony of birdsong, signaling the dawn of a new day. As the first light of daybreak paints the sky with hues of gold and rose, Crucis stretches out her powerful legs and extends her wings to their full span, relishing the sensation before tucking them back to her sides. After quenching her thirst with a few refreshing sips of water, she sets out in search of answers on how to ascend to the esteemed position of Queen Crucis, Queen of The Dale, First of Her Name.
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Beyza