One destiny. Two paths. One war.
Sheala and Cass have chosen their sides. One seeks to bring meaning to her life that has been in shambles since the day her father and mother were killed and weighs the prospect of assuming the mantle of her uncle's...
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Even when you think there is nothing to be done, there is always something that can be done. And it is usually up to us dwarfs to do it.
Dwarven Proverb
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Waves pitched the deck as Sheala lost her thoughts among the endless blue from horizon to horizon. The ship's rail was so scarred from the tip of her knife that Reane was sure to kill her when she found out what she had been doing to her ship. Unconcerned, the former thief kept marring the wood as a distraction.
Pondering the water, it was a means for her to try to make sense of her brief time spent in the Fairy Realm to avoid the Imperial blockades. Ever since she stepped foot inside that alternate reality to her own, everything just seemed so familiar. Like she'd been there before. But she hadn't. She would have remembered something so vivid and different to the natural world. Wouldn't she?
"Do you doubt your own feelings?" Sayra joined her in staring across the ocean.
"What?"
"You're so certain. Yet so uncertain."
The First Daughter's words were annoyingly cryptic. "About what?" Another sliver of wood was dug from its home.
"Must we play this game?" Sayra smiled, but Sheala didn't look at her. "Go around and around?"
"If I knew what on Geiha you were talking about..."
"You have been to the Fairy Realm before."
Sheala immediately stopped her previous thought, now leveling her eyes onto the silver-haired elf. Sayra's smile became more pronounced. "I have?"
The First Daughter nodded. "When you and your sister were six. The day your caravan was attacked and your parents were murdered."
"I-" Sheala stumbled with the response. She remembered very little. Though she recalled her father giving her and Cass the pendants. After that, they had run off, seeking to burn off some pent up energy the way children couped up in a coach all day and all night would have needed to. "There was... something odd."
