Queen of Disaster

Zariah Be dangerous darling, for the world rises and falls at your feet. As Zariah walked through the settlement, she found very little to marvel at. The buildings were in disrepair. Everything was covered in mud. Some buildings had even been destroyed since she had last laid eyes on the place. It was a ramshackle town at best and a complete garbage heap at absolute worse (which was the more honest of her assessments). Chaos reigned and every second she spent in the place made her itch for her new home. The only thing the Hollowed Grounds had going for it was the weather. Zariah walked with a sense of entitlement and command, the heels of her shoes clicking on the hard ground, head held high and shoulders back. Those that recognized the former queen moved out of her way, others stared because my, was she audacious. But she didn’t care what they thought. Unless they had magic, they were worthless.