This is the road to ruin; ANY

[Feyre]

Feyre

The war had passed. Calm had settled back across the lands and she didn't have to worry about what might happen to anyone while they were fighting. Once she had settled Siloam and the other two girls or they had left her alone she had moved away. She had traveled across the hot sands with the burning sun beating on her black coat and she had reveled in it. The sun had warmed her and soothed her soul, settling her back into her skin and allowing the adrenaline of the War to disappear.

She wandered for days (weeks, months) learning the layout of her new home. The Deserts was now hers to protect and love and nurture. So she would do her best to do her part in this beautiful place.

Today as she was wandering, she came across the towering sandstone cliffs. She gazed at them in awe. They were so large, so beautiful. She released a sigh on the wind as it whipped itself around her. While Fall was turning into cold Winter days elsewhere the Desert was still as warm as any other day. It was the nights that brought a chill. She moved around the base of the cliffs, looking for a path. She knew there had to be one around here....Aha! There it was.

She moved up the trail carefully. It was narrow and rocks were scattered across her path. She weaved back and forth carefully, one eye always on the edge to her right and her left shoulder occasionally steadying herself against the rocks.

It took hours for her to reach the top and when she did, it took her breath away. The Deserts was sprawled out before her. She could see the big oak tree that was so out of place and the big oasis. There were other smaller ones here and there, dotted with green foliage amidst the sea of sand. She smiled with contentment, taking in the view.

“If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. No use being a damn fool about it.”

photo by Vitor Schietti