Lonely Empress

I am a nameless storm. Ageless. Unbeknown. Ruled by lies, imprisoned by prevarications. Unaware of my existence. Lonely. I came alone, I go alone as well. I'm drifting between realms. I do not even know the reason. But if necessary, I'll burn down my own world into ashes. Nobody can lie to us. Not anymore. I will not forgive those who have enslaved generations, generations of heralds over the centuries. I will not allow this. The stone has chosen me. I don't know why or how, but it happened. The lost object has found me. It is now a part of me. Maybe I'm the one who should be disrupting the order. A simple nymph. I don't know where to start or what to do. I don't know if there was someone who fought alone as much as I did in history either, but I'm not afraid. They can't scare me. They can't take advantage of me, they can't use leverage against me. Because they made me. They gave me nothing and I have nothing to lose in return. I'm coming.