I'm a believer, nothing could be worse

The weather change from Auster to Boreas was astounding, even in the early evening the awful heat was suffocating. Atreyu made her way through the southern portion of Boreas until she came to the ring of stones that she told her family and others to meet at, hoping they would be close by otherwise they may not be able to hear her song. Their numbers may be few but they would grow, this was only a budding blossom in the world here. Atreyu admittedly knew nothing about raising a kingdom, not one as large as her father's and mother's perhaps. Judila had been an ancient pack, dating back hundreds of years. To Atreyu, it was almost unbelievable that an empire could last so long, though it was not always held by Morningstars. Their reign only began fifty years before its fall, passing through generations until the mantle fell to the yearling Atreyu. She was the youngest queen in their history and perhaps would need the most help, but she knew she could do right by Judila.

Adjustments would have to be made to ensure the peace of Judila in this land, she knew her family and Azriel would be forever changed. Alaric she was still learning, but she hoped he would do well here. Her Judila would be a place of healing, a beacon of hope in the darkness of the world. That was her dream, as well as defeating the monsters that sought to harm others for joy like the demon king. Never again would she lose so many. Her nightmares still held the echoes of screams mixed with the laughter of the wicked wolves that invaded their home. The crushing loneliness that she had felt when she was unsure if there were others who survived was something she would not wish on anyone. She would rid the world of such things if she could.

Atreyu came to sit by the stone at the north of the circle, with Bigs not far off and panting. Atreyu also huffed against the heat here, though the frigid climes of Auster weren't preferrable. Once their official business was concluded they could all take a unifying swim in the pool of water at the center. She had to be sure they wanted her to be their leader before she took up the responsibility of a crown. Atreyu took a breath and sang for her family and friends to join her, adding a special note for Azriel. Hope and determination shone in her eyes and she could not help the wide, toothy smile she held while panting against the heat. That pool was tempting now, but there were things to do. Once she had everyone together, she would ask them to follow her though she was young. In her mind, it was now or never, and she refused to let Judila die.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'