oops, dropped my tiara

"I... remember the scripture," she murmured, somewhat begrudgingly. Calamity had spent so much time longing for more than that, but what if the scripture was all they had? For now. Archon had left them only this, and Deathbelle had become... something else. Their siblings rankled her and the unholiness of their mother's union with their uncle haunted her. For so long she had tried to make sense of the senseless. Calamity sighed. Maybe this was finally a way out, a way forward. They were offering her clemency - and, perhaps, love. She missed them. Searching for answers where there were none had isolated her and now her sisters returned to lift her up. "I want to change the future. I'd like to take it into my own paws, but I'm not sure where to start." Calamity was raw and honest. The former princess sat down slowly, meeting her sisters' gaze with a renewed purpose. Her voice was still hesitant, but she was more determined than she had been in seasons. "Where do I start?"