She stood idly in the heart of the moor. Her dull coral gaze stared at nothing. Dried blood matted her chest, her silvery pelt dirty. She was not fit to lead, not anymore. There was no way she could lead an army when she could barely make it through the day. It was time for her daughter to rise above and take the reins. A shaky breath left her lungs, her body swaying as she tried to remain upright. How had things gotten so bad? Hey eyes would close as she allowed herself to drown in the memories. She couldn't go on without him. Together they had built this empire, and now, together they would fall from the top. A low howl would pass her lips as she summoned her eldest daughter to her. It was time. She needed to let go, as much as it pained her. It was time to let go of everything. No longer would the sun rise for her, no longer would she wake beside him, and her heart broke. The damage was irreversible.