That was her life of aimless wandering, she retained the clarity unique to the High Priest, yet carried a bewilderment of not knowing whence she came nor where she would go...
On that day, a full ten years later, she returned to the Royal City.
The bustling prosperity remained, though it was tinged with a scent of decay and sorrow.
The Royal City's splendor held no charm for her, leading her horse along the wide road, few gave her any attention, perhaps because her travel-worn and unkempt appearance was too inconspicuous, or perhaps ten years had indeed changed her too much, allowing her to recognize the Royal City, which no longer recognized her.
Beyond the end of the street stood the towering palace, reaching into the clouds.
That was where she had lived since childhood.
A place where she felt uneasy, very uncomfortable.
And after her death, she never returned again.
Suddenly, she heard captivating music coming from a door beside her... the sound so enchanting.
