I will face god and walk backward into hell; team formation

[Harmonia]

When the great spires of Beqanna toppled and fell, Harmonia did not bat an eye. What was a kingdom to her? She was born to the Amazons - now a shell of what once was - and since then bore no allegiance to any one land. A wanderer, true and always.

When the lands morphed and changed she did not care.
Let it, see where her love lies.

But the stripping of her magic was not acceptable to her. She was not angry - she was furious. How dare they? How dare it? In rightful outrage she went through every stage of grief and landed, at long last, on seething revenge.

Magic or no, she can smell it. She can feel it rippling across the magicless meadow and call her like she once called children to her lair. She knows that feeling, sweet and musical, drunk off the promise. Surgery, now looking more like a yearling than a foal, follows because he has no other ideas. Harmonia's magic has loosened its coils on his brain and the fog has lifted, but he still lacks that independent thought. He can only follow as she moves - trance like - to the meadow.

"I do," she says. It's all she needs to say.

HARMONIA

the pied piper