i sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness
A lot of questions for which she has no answer. Flopping down onto her back, Amalia spreads her arms wide in a quasi-shrug, eyes back on the spinning, starry sky. "I don't think there is either," the Shield admits. "Some of us, we're supposed to be portal guardians and stop them from opening - or stop people from dying when they open?" She shakes her head on the sand.
"The Ascendeds keep going to new places and seeming cool and nobody remembers how terrible they are. How much terrible stuff the Voice did. That there was a war." Eyes falling closed, Amalia sighs. "Everything has a cost, and nobody likes to think about how they have to pay it."
"The Ascendeds keep going to new places and seeming cool and nobody remembers how terrible they are. How much terrible stuff the Voice did. That there was a war." Eyes falling closed, Amalia sighs. "Everything has a cost, and nobody likes to think about how they have to pay it."
a galaxy of shadows and stars
Amalia
