Role

Chapter 41

As she sat, basking in the moonlight ruined square, He came to Her. The pain
in His eyes only served as a catalyst for Her to take the next step. She is a
child of Nature, lured to the desolation of the wilds to deal with the
failures of her society which in her mind led to the death of her most loved
parents.

However, centuries of His attention has begun to take a toll, she now sees
Nature or Thar-Eris as an entity of Chaos, a beautiful part that is both
merciful and merciless, it is like a sphere in which sands colored in light
and dark swirl about in a vessel made from the glass representing the balance
and fortitude of the Sentinels. The Outlanders are strong now, she has seen
Imperials, the Brigade and Scions come to the aid of order, a sign that Chaos
is on the brink of being released. Thar-Eris shall not return unless Chaos is
truly unleashed, then true freedom can be found for those strong enough to
survive.

She mourns for what is to come, many shall fall, even those who she loves,
but Loss is something to be cherished by all, even more so by the Blessed.
She feels He will make Her see it, experience the anguish of those too weak
to survive, but it will strengthen their Spirit, she tells herself, yes, yes
it will.

Blessed are the Lost