04-24-2018, 09:43 AM
The land around her was wreathed in unfamiliarity. Pulsating with the history of it's charred past, the land of Taiga had welcomed her within it's gold. Concealed within it's healing landscape, Astarael felt finally able to breath. With the chaos of her childhood home behind her, she looked towards the whole of the mainland. Though she knew her search to be in vain, she had to try. The truth of her mother was one that had remained illusive to her, far beyond her grasp. Just as she had found herself alone among the dunes of Ischia, she had crossed over the bridge independently. For the first time in her nearly two years of life, she was freed from the shackles of her father's wish for her happiness. Even if he could not understand it, she knew that she would never be happy until she found whatever answers lie beyond the confinement of the island.
Picking her way through the forgotten forest, a kinship towards the surviving trees filled her. She'd heard the stories countless times, whispered on the lips of her older siblings in their attempt to quiet her wandering spirit. The fairies had sought their justice and took out their rage upon those who reached for more than they were owed. It was a cacautionary tale and one that she did not take lightly.
There was no way of knowing if she would find what she was searching for. Either way, she was sure that she would find herself.
Picking her way through the forgotten forest, a kinship towards the surviving trees filled her. She'd heard the stories countless times, whispered on the lips of her older siblings in their attempt to quiet her wandering spirit. The fairies had sought their justice and took out their rage upon those who reached for more than they were owed. It was a cacautionary tale and one that she did not take lightly.
There was no way of knowing if she would find what she was searching for. Either way, she was sure that she would find herself.