Fallen from Grace

I could feel the ramifications, now, of everything I had done wrong, each mistake I had made. Inadvertently I had turned my family from me, made them resent me. For this, I hated myself. For this, I also hated them. Like a tumultuous fire I could feel the fingers of my evil-doings lace around me. What had I done? What was the reasoning for the choices I had made? I didn't know, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know why I had made the decisions I had. Everything seemed to fall around me, my world, was broken, shattered, ruined

Moving with quickened steps I stopped over a clearing. Muscular thighs seated against the ground I felt as though there was something ethereal about this place, about the purity within' it. This, this was the time to rediscover myself and find out who I was, then, then I could consider going back to the throne, but for now I had to deal with the fact Cairo, my father, had chosen another, a child from his past, to take over, and honestly, it hurt. The impostor was not even an Adravendi, and I had to survive it, live with it until I was able to make amends for my sins. Apologies? Were they necessary? Would they make anything perfect in the world again? Equilibrium, that was what I sought, and perhaps, soon, I would find it.