As the visions come to her, she hears the voices
of the gods. "You have strayed my child. You
abandoned your roots. But we understand the pain you have
suffered and we are willing to forgive you." As the voices
fade the visions take hold and guide her back. Back to
her past. To her roots. To the Amazons of the past.
Everything comes clearer to her now. She knows what must be
done.
Several hours have passed as Myst wakes from her trance.
She rises up from the floor and gathers her things.
She dresses herself in her full armour and weapons.
Including her heavy crossbow that she had packed away. She
moves down the stairs and out the door quickly hoping
no one notices. She goes out into the swamps to
begin her rebirth.
Just then, as she reaches a
small area near the edge of the swamp, she notices a
cloaked figure.
A very familiar cloaked
figure.
"Aran?"
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