A girl sang in the vast grassland. the sun shone its brilliance and the girl glowed in the happiness the land felt. the blue of the sky felt amused by her energy and egged her to dance, or so she thought, and so she followed her heart and let go.
"the lands here are safe because there is no culture of the heroes. there was no obligation to be useful to some noble cause painted with words and visuals but only that familiar smell of spring and i swear i saw flowers already blooming in the land. If only you were here with me, Zach."
the blade was protruding from her chest, she choked in blood and tears and looked at the blurry sky. her staff that she held onto for strength had left her hand and left her forever..