Wasteland

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  Deethra

Confused aren't you? Well shortly after the victory of the Gelfling, a woman was chosen as the next Maudra. The original one fell ill and passed, for unknown reasons.
    She sort of broke down the clan. Nobody really liked her, for she was strange and demanded the original Dousan Citadel be rebuilt.
   The hours where uneventful so after coming back to ha'rar Seladon just continued her long list of duties.
  
    Apparently, Brea had swam to shore then blacked out. When she had woken up on the sandy island, beside her was the infamous Crystal Sea. She had sand stuck to her because of the glue like water.

    Brea stood up, scraping sand off her slightly tanned skin. "Ugh great, now I'm farther away then I started!" Brea shouted. It was true, from here to The Great Star Island, she stood on a minor island. Know as Sister Starling.
     This island was once part of The Great Star Island, but Thra decided to tear it off. Then it was later sent far away in the ocean, after hundreds of trine.
    Brea stood, thinking about what to do next. Then an idea slapped across her mind. She walked along the sandy beach, hopping to find a boat she could rent.
   Suddenly Brea ran smack into a sign. It was a wooden sign, lined with sharp gray stones. It was carved into and filled with deep black ink.
Rent one for 29 silver
It read. She studied the sign and found muddy footprints leading to a small cottage.
    The cottage was made of wood and kunzite complimented it. The building seemed to be run down and old, a large window faced Brea. Brea jumped when she saw what appears to be a man on a stool.
   Brea smiled on the inside as she pulled a price of twenty percent pure gold. She followed the footsteps, being careful to not step in the mud. As Brea walked she saw multiple trees, bushes, shrubs, and fallen leaves on the soft ground. "Excuse me sir?" She asked, now five feet away. The man looked up, from the book he was reading. "What do ya want?" He replied.

    Deet stood in a desert plane. Sitting on a rock, where she could hardly anything. Deet was still sure someone or something was following her. But oddly she felt as if she was comfortable with it. The rock was deep purple almost black and it withered just a little.
    She saw the beautiful birds that flew in the sweet calming blue sky. This sight made Deet slightly feel guilty. She saw image Les of the birds, going insane, flying in all directions. The darkening consumed her thoughts.
    This is all your fault! They will all die because of YOU!!!!!
A slight pain ached in her chest. Deet began to slightly tear up. Guilt are her. Images of her friends made the feeling deeper.