Division

"You follow a lie."

"You followed a future told by a crystal ball that only led you played in my hands."

"...How do you know anything of that.."

Storm's End in ruin. Power in the wrong hands. A fate to be followed. A field of truth left in nothing but debris and dust. A sky filled with smoke from the burning lies and false prophecies. Inhabitable soil for flowers. Just maybe will they show petals?

Pridefoul.

A flower.

Blooming.

A beginning to and end.

A reckoning.

Pedals drop.

A stem.

Burning.