Have you ever been crowned in your homeland only to have it invaded by a bunch of magic-wielding cheats? Queen certainly has. She felt the blade slip in during the night, straight through her chest, tearing apart everything she holds dear. Still, the faces in her memory will not fade. How hard had she fought just to escape? How hard had her parents fought? How hard had they all fought?

Did any of it ever matter?

Dainty, pristine hooves walk lightly on the loam of an unknown forest. Her spirit is heavy, but her movements are clean. Despite the recent injuries, she moves as if there is no pain. No remorse. No sadness. No mourning. There would be none of that here.

The shadows fall and paint strange shapes upon her hide, the sun which glares through the trees warming the chill of my Queen's corpse. How long would it be until she actually felt the brush of life in her body once more? I am beginning to wonder if the elder sister Addison did not die with Maar. From the cold look emanating from once pure teal eyes, you are left to wonder. Just how long has she been living blind to the colors of the day. How long has she been without the warm touch of a companion. How long has she spent thinking about her family only to put another layer onto the surface of stone that was her face.

How many more layers would she put around her heart?
Did any of them even matter?

Queen does not know that Helovia opens before her, the great trees leading the way into a land filled with the kind she hates. The kind who wield magic instead of pure strength. The kind who held hate in their hearts. The kind that would kill her family. She does not know that the trees lead to a land filled with the ones she would come to love. What awaits her? More battles or reconciliation?

As she stops to pause aside a small creek, her head dipping elegantly toward the surface, posture seemingly relaxed and unaware, though her ears were carefully taking in all of her surroundings, slowly making rounds around the small, dimly lit clearing. A Queen indeed, all toned muscle and beautiful colors. She looks like a diamond washed up in the rough, glittering in the sun. A fine polished gem but careful, boys. This one bites.