The first mark of War; Dis-banning dispute

She hurt when she focused too heavily on Archon, and she felt pain when she allowed herself to be too close to Sirius. She tried not to think of Hannibal, and only prayed that he was alive and well out there. She hated the idea that he had perished in the volcano as well. Trying to bring her thoughts away from her personal strife she focused on the task at hand.

The Armada was rising, and they were deciding the most comfortable place for Ashen to relocate. The desert was a harsh mistress, and moving here to the Shrine area would help Deathbelle to honor her late husband and build up her children after him. He was gone, he wouldn’t be here for the future she was building for their children. She had to move forward, to move on. Maybe moving here would help that process.

Everything Sirius said was true, even about the ash being fertile. Belle felt another weight lift off her shoulders as he said it. ”Yes. Ashen will be reborn, literally from the ash.” She offered with hope in her voice as she stole a glance back towards his intimidating features. Deathbelle sighed softly as she turned to make her way onto the beach. The island was massive, this would indeed be a royal place when they were through.