The Good Side of Goodbye

[Valae Heavenshield]

It started out like any other morning at the Kitra household. Valae woke in the early morning and walked out into the living area of the small dwelling she shared with her father. An eerie silence seemed to speak to her this day, something was not right. Brown eyes shifted towards the doorway and spotted a hand lying limp upon the ground. With hesitant steps upon the floor, her bare feet brought her to the edge of the open door. Slowly her gaze fell to find her father, sprawled out in front of her, eyes wide but unseeing. Valae felt a sob catch in her throat, as if she were choking upon the sudden shock and sadness that overwhelmed her. She fell to the floor next to Atticus Kitra’s feet and began to cry.

Valae didn’t know how long she had been sitting there, quietly guarding her father’s corpse but she knew that she couldn’t stay this way. She wiped the tears away and stood up, moving outside into the afternoon light, truly alone for the first time. Valae worked like a droid, and let her emotions fall away into numbness; it was the only way to face her task at hand. Gently she wrapped the body in a white sheet, and over the course of an hour, pulled her father onto their hover trailer. Valae hitched the trailer to her speeder bike and took off across the sea of desert sand.

The hours passed and the afternoon dwindled into nightfall. Valae had spent most of her time gathering wood and riding further into the dunes. Once her speeder was nearly out of fuel, she was forced to stop and set to work. Valae piled a layer of wood upon the sand and pushed her father’s body onto the pile. Next she set the remaining wood and kindling over the corpse, until she had formed a somewhat decent funeral pyre. She was tired and worn; her eyes were sore from the tears and she was filled with a sadness that she’d only experienced once before. It was the kind of emotional torrent one could only stand to experience a handful of times, any more than that would surely shred one’s soul.

Valae set fire to a small branch and stood quietly for a few moments as she stared at the pile of wood. It was the final step, but it was also the most difficult. With shaking hands she set the torch down into the pile of bone dry wood and watched as the flames began to devour it. Her eyes followed the growing trail of smoke as it rose into the sky, and she let her focus shift to the stars above. Although her father’s life would be celebrated by Valae alone, she thought that he would have wanted it that way. He would become dust, and would be able to forever roam to the deserts of their home world, it was a sad but comforting thought. Valae didn’t have enough fuel to return home, and knew that she was in danger of being found by the sand people. The light of the funeral pyre was growing in intensity, burning bright into to the surrounding darkness.

The lone mourner stood silent, waiting for whatever fate found her this night.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Earlier that evening...

"What do you mean you don't have the parts in stock?" a disgruntled Thurion stood bartering with one of the local junkyard dealers.

"I mean, we don't have them in stock! We don't cater to the SL series here, and most other dealers will tell you the same," the unsavoury character replied.

"They already have," he shook his head in disappointment. At this point R2-T2, his astromech droid, bumped into him to grab his attention. "What is it, Teetoo?" A series of boops and bleeps informed him of one last place they hadn't checked.

"The Kitra place?" the dealer interjected. "Hehe, good luck finding anything there. Last I heard they were being closed down. Might be able to sneak in and steal it if they have what you're looking for, which they don't!" Thurion eyed the loathsome creature and simply left.

"Let's go, Teetoo." The walk there was uneventful, with the usual sneers and whispers from the locals speculating whether the obvious outsider was Jedi or not. Whenever he would turn his head to face them, they'd go silent in an instant only to resume their debate once he looked away. When finally they reached the place, Thurion sighed as the metal gate was barred and locked. He wasn't about to break into someone's establishment, so with a lack of ideas the Jedi Master simply sat down outside the gate, assuming a meditative stance.

"She left some time ago," a voice spoke to him all of a sudden. Thurion snapped awake and faced the elderly woman. "Poor thing looked distraught. I think something must have happened." He got up on his feet and dusted himself off. "Who?"

"The girl who runs this place. She and her father does, although he's not been around much lately." The elder's weary voice was heartwarming and actually managed to ease his soul better than his attempt at meditation. She stepped closer and gripped the sleeve of his robe. "Find her, Master Jedi. She lives not far from here, on the other side of those dunes." Thurion took the woman's wrinkly hand in his and offered her a nod and a smile. Searching his pockets he came up with a couple credits and offered them to the old woman, who greatfully accepted the gift. "Come on, Teetoo."

Making his way across the dunes of sand by foot wasn't the easiest, but darkness was descending fast and he needed to find this girl quickly. He wasn't looking forward to spending the night back among the junkyard dealers. Once he'd scaled the next dune, however, in the distance he noticed a faint, fluttering light. The only lightsource as far as his eyes could see. Teetoo made his concerns known with another series of beeps. "No, it can't be Sand People. They wouldn't light a fire so openly and in the middle of nowhere. Let's check it out."

A good couple minutes of walking put them closer to the fire, and by now a lone figure could be spotted standing next to it. Not wanting to draw attention to himself, Thurion stepped closer without saying a word. The closer he got, the more he could tell that this was no ordinary fire. It was a burial. Rather than approaching any further, he simply got down on his knees and observed the person standing in front of him, who he could now tell was a woman by her figure.

[member="Valae Kitra"]​

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

With eyes closed, she let a scene unfold in her mind…

A young Valae was dressed in a tattered black dress, walking hand in hand with her Grandmother. The pair walked in silence during their return journey from Valae’s Mother’s burial. As they entered the dwelling, Atticus was curled up in the middle of the living room. He had dressed in his formal clothing, as if he had fully intended to join the rest of the mourners at the funeral, but had simply fallen sleep. Upon closer investigation, Valae’s grandmother had found a small pack of spice. It was the first of many times that Valae had witnessed her father passed out. She remembered being very frightened that her father would slip away like her mother had, but Atticus always proved her wrong.

Snapping back to reality, Valae had a seat on the sand and looked into the flames in front of her. She let the tears fill her eyes until her father’s funeral pyre became a vision of blurred orange and yellow. As she sat in silence, the sadness was starting to give way to guilt. Perhaps she could have done more to help her father, it was entirely possible that his death could have been prevented. She knew that her father had taken to the bottle because it made him forget his troubles, and she had always turned a blind eye because she thought that it had made him happy. Now she saw the sad truth, her father had simply been waiting for the day when he could drown his sorrows permanently. She couldn’t deny the feeling that she had somehow failed in her duties as a loving daughter.

Her brown eyes narrowed for a moment, she had the strangest feeling that she was not alone. She crossed her arms in front of her and looked around. A cursory glance revealed nothing, whoever was about was still concealed by the shroud of night. Perhaps she had lingered her too long, she couldn’t help but feel frightened and vulnerable. She stood up slowly and bowed her head for a moment, letting tears drip down onto the ground.

“Goodbye, Old man.” She whispered between quivering breaths. “Say hi to Momma for me.”

With a last glance cast to the burning fire, she took hold of her speeder bike and pulled it alongside her as she walked away. As she continued on, she thought she could see a shadow of a person kneeling up ahead and the shadowed bulk of a droid. There were few reasons for anyone to be out in the desert at night, and she was curious about this person’s motives. Valae approached with caution, but decided to keep her words to herself for the time being.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Thurion had remained silent throughout, not wanting to impose on the mournful moment. Instead he sat kneeling in the sand, head held as if praying. When she eventually approached him, silhouetted against the only lightsource there was in the otherwise blackness of night, the Jedi Master opened his eyes to find her standing before him and Teetoo. "Forgive me," he spoke while getting back on his feet, using the droid for support. "I did not wish to disturb you." Taking a couple steps towards her would reveal his appearance to the young woman. "It's never an easy thing to say your last goodbyes, especially when it is unexpected."

A humble bow served as his greeting. "I'm sorry for your loss, my lady. My name is Thurion. I was on my way to Voss when my hyperdrive decided to take a vacation," he spoke, trying to lighten the mood while remaining truthful. "I've been all over Mos Eisley trying to chase down parts, but few have been very... receptive towards an outsider such as myself." Receptive was a too kind a word for it. "I happened upon your father's place, but there was nobody there. I was told I could find you out here."

The beeps and boops of Teetoo caused him to turn around for a moment. "Oh, and this is R2-T2. Everyone calls him 'Teetoo', though." The blue astromech did his little dance in place while Thurion shook his head before returning to the young woman. "I understand if this is a bad time, miss. I could come back in the morning if you'd rather..."

[member="Valae Kitra"]​

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Valae watched as the man rose to his full height and walked towards her. She quickly wiped away the remaining tears and brushed herself off, feeling embarrassed about her appearance; wild hair, eyes that were red and swollen, and dirty clothing. She listened as the man spoke, and his gentle tone of voice took her aback; it wasn’t often that she was faced with someone so polite and kind. This man was a most unusual visitor, she could tell by the way he carried himself that he was strong, but there was something about him that was warm and almost fatherly.

No one had ever bowed before her and she awkwardly returned the gesture, not wanting to appear rude. It was also the first time anyone had ever referred to as ‘my lady’, usually she was called ‘hey, you!’ or ‘that Kitra girl’.

“Thank you.” She said with a nod and a small smile. “I’m Valae, it’s nice to meet you.”

Valae listened as Thurion explained the situation with his hyperdrive. The ‘warm welcome’ of Mos Eisley was a familiar story, but she was surprised that he had not found the parts he was looking for with the other vendors. Valae took a moment to consider her current position in the scrap business. With her father gone, she felt that she’d lost what little credibility she had in the industry. It looked like it was finally time to close down. Thurion happened to be the first customer she’d seen in weeks, and would likely be their last.

“You’re welcome to come back with me.” Valae said with a nod to Thurion and Teetoo. She started to walk again, and motioned for the man and droid to come along. She could sense that was something different about Thurion, and she studied him for a few moments, but was unable to place exactly what it was.

“Our…” She paused for a moment. “My scrap yard is small, but you might find what you need.”

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

"You are too kind, Valae," Thurion thanked her as the two began making their way back into town with Teetoo in tow. It was a far easier walk the second time around, effectively rendered downright pleasant with the company of another sentient being. It also helped being able to retrace their steps rather than plow through the sand anew.

"Your father, I take it?" he cautiously asked, referring to her loss. "Sorry, I shouldn't bring it up so soon." He had seen little in terms of tears or grief, making it seem like maybe their relationship wasn't the strongest. But he knew better than that; it was more likely she wouldn't allow herself to shed tears, especially in the company of strangers. "I lost my mother when I was very young. For a long time she was my everything, but... nothing lasts forever, unfortunately." There was a lot more to it, of course, but now wasn't the time.

Once back in Mos Eisley, Thurion was taken aback at how quiet it was after nightfall compared to the otherwise busy streets during daytime. They made they way to the Kitra junkyard, passing by the last scrap dealer he'd spoken to who was now busy closing shop. He gave him a stern look and continued walking, but Teetoo wouldn't leave well enough alone and tossed a few not-so-nice astromech nicknames at him for good measure.

[member="Valae Kitra"]​

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Valae nodded when Thurion asked if the deceased had been her father and she waved away his apology. “He’d been on the edge of this for some time, but I didn’t see it until now.” She hung her head slightly as they continued to walk. Stabs of shame made the tears come again, and she turned away from her new traveling companions, hoping that they would turn a blind eye. “I should have done more to help him…” Valae felt her emotions slipping from her grasp, and she quickly drew in a deep breath to steady herself. It would do her no favors to become an emotional mess in front of strangers.

She pulled the gate to the scrap yard open, and stepped aside for her customers to enter. The small area was enclosed by a white stone fence and held a tiny supply of various parts. Their inventory had been in sad decline for some time. “Well, here it is.” She said with a gesture to her domain, and managed a small smile. Valae let her brown eyes shift about in the darkness, she moved forward towards a pile of parts, but tripped on a mess of ale bottles. In his last days, it seemed that Atticus had spent his time emptying his stock in the open space of the yard.

“Watch your step…” Valae said apologetically, turning back to Thurion for a moment. Once she reached the pile of scrap that represented her last salvage, she started to dig through the ship remains. She turned to Thurion and his droid. “If we have anything, it would probably be here.”

“You can take whatever you need; I’m looking to off-load anything at this point.” She said with a slight sigh. Sure, she did need the credits... but she didn't feel much like conducting business. In times like this, she felt that folk so pay kindness to each other. Besides, she couldn’t even think of running the scrap yard by herself now, it just wouldn’t be the same without her Old Man.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

As they entered the scrap yard, Thurion looked around to see the modest heaps of scrap metal and parts spread about the place. Not as fancy or as big as some of the others dealers in Mos Eisley, but he took an instant liking to it nonetheless. It felt like a home rather than a buisness, and he figured [member="Valae Kitra"] thought of it as the former more than the latter as well. "It's a fine place you've got here. Would be a shame to see it go," he said before nudging the droid at his side. "Teetoo can go find what we're looking for. I can't tell the difference between hammer and nail, half the time."

He took notice of the surprising amount of empty bottles and guessed at whom they belonged to. As she tripped over some of them, Thurion kept them from actually falling over with a subtle wave of his hand. "Well, while he's out there searching, would you mind that I sit down for a bit? I'm afraid the old legs are not as used to trudging through sand as you locals," he jested before pulling up a nearby seat. A second chair stood opposite of him and as he patted it with the palm of his hand he asked her, "Please, join me. You must be exhausted from what's happened."

When she took a seat, Thurion leaned forward a bit, resting his elbows upon his thighs. "You know... When I lost my mother, I first blamed myself for what happened. Later I put the blame on others before finally realising that what happened to her wasn't anyone's fault. Nor was your father's demise your fault, Valae. We cannot predict the future any more than we can live without air. When these things happen, all you can do is trust in the Force." Having said this, he reached out to her.

"Give me your hand, child."

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Valae watched as Teetoo moved off and began his search for spare parts. As she stood in the dimly lit scrap yard, she let her mind wander. She was flooded with memories and soon her mind was swarming with sadness and worry. She turned when she heard Thurion’s voice again, and she moved around to the empty chair across from him. Valae slowly lowered herself into the chair and let her eyes focus on the space between her feet for a moment. She hadn’t realized exactly how tired she was, but now she felt as though she were crashing into exhaustion.

When Thurion spoke about his Mother again, Valae closed her eyes, but was listening intently. She felt the warmth of his words wash over her, and she couldn’t help the tears. It had been a long time since she’d known such kindness. Just to hear him say that her father’s death had not been her fault, had lifted a great weight from her shoulders. Valae clung to these words as if they were a life preserver, and knew that they would stay with her for a long time. When he mentioned the ‘force’, she looked up to him again, the curiosity began pulling at her. It was a term that she’d only heard a handful of times.

Valae’s dark eyes shifted to Thurion’s outstretched hand, and then to her own. Her hand was rough and calloused, used to hard work and the heat of the desert… not used to joining with others. Though she had only just met [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] this night, something told her to trust him. She let her gaze shift up to meet his and she felt the still of the air around them.

She then reached out and let her hand fall into his.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

When she fit her hand in his palm he noticed the roughness and coarse lines they both shared. Just from looking at it he could tell she was a hard worker, and had been all her life. He supposed most had to be on this desolate world to survive, let alone make a living. "You can learn a lot about a person by studying their hands, did you know this?" His fingertips traced the lines of her palm, slowly and softly before letting go of her and leaning back in his seat. "Valae, forgive me for sticking my nose where it doesn't belong, but... there is more out there for a girl like you," he spoke in earnest, hands resting in his lap.

"Every night when you look up into the stars, a billion souls are looking back down at you thinking the same thing. We all yearn to find out more about the universe we live in at some point or another. I did at your age. One day I just took off, with no more on my mind than to see, to experience, and to learn." His gaze dropped to the ground between the two as he thought back to those days. Seemed like a lifetime ago, nowadays. "And I did. I've seen wonders only spoken of in myths and legends, and I've experienced such joys as well as hardships. As for what I've learned, well... that part still eludes me," he jested with a smile.

"What I'm trying to say is, you have a touch of destiny about you, Valae. Tatooine, I'm afraid, is done playing its part in shaping you into the woman sitting before me. Now you have to do the rest in order to become who you want to be - who you can be." Before he could explain any further, Teetoo returned with bleeps and boops proclaiming he'd found the right part. Thurion rose from his seat to see the droid's findings for himself, but not before eyeing Valae and touching her shoulder. "All from the palm of your hand," he told her with a wink, after which he left her sitting there to tend to buisness.

[member="Valae Kitra"]​

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Valae sat silently as Thurion rose from his seat, and she smiled when she felt his hand on her shoulder for a moment. She let her eyes wander down to the palms of her hands again, could he really tell all of that from a simple glance? Thurion had certainly given her a lot to consider, and she desperately wanted to believe that there was more out there waiting for her. It was abundantly clear that the opportunities on Tatooine were few and far between, and she didn’t want to end up working at the Cantina for the rest of her life. Deep down she knew that she had to make a move, it was time to stop letting life pass her by.

“You could really see all of that?” She held up her hand.

Valae stood up and took a few hesitant steps towards Thurion and Teetoo. She wanted to know more, but she was also feeling frightened of the unknown. Did she have the courage for such a life change? Perhaps she was just feeling impulsive to ward off the grief. Valae shoved her hands into her pockets as she approached Thurion, and she looked up at him, searching his face for answers.

“I’m just a simple gal...” She shrugged. “Where would I go?”

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

When Valae approached the two Thurion turned to face her. "Being 'simple' is no worse than being complicated, my dear. It doesn't make you any less interesting than a king or a senator, and I've met plenty of both in my days. As for where to go, well..." He looked down at Teetoo at his side, who responded with happy chirping. "Hmm, perhaps," he replied while stroking his beard as if pondering. Eyeing Valae, he again placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Teetoo here thinks you should come with us to Voss. It seems the little fellow's taken quite a liking to you," he spoke with amusement. "And I would be honoured to show you what the galaxy looks like, Valae. You should know, however, that you would be leaving your old life behind. You will embark on a new journey, and I will be your guide, if you'll have me." He offered her a bow of his head. "Allow me to properly introduce myself, my lady. My name is Thurion Heavenshield; I am a Jedi Master of an order called the Silver Sanctum Coalition. From the moment we met I sensed your connection to the Force, and I believe you've felt it too at times."

His hand let go of her shoulder and dropped to his side. "I know this is all happening very fast, especially considering your recent loss. I just don't want to hide the truth from you should you wish to leave here with me."

[member="Valae Kitra"]​

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Valae smiled down at Teetoo, and then her mouth fell open when she suddenly realized that Thurion had just offered to take her away from Tatooine. She leaned forward slightly when Thurion introduced himself as a Jedi Master, had she heard him correctly? She’d always likened the Jedi to the heroic figures from stories; the kind you hear about in passing, but never meet in person. Of course, she’d always heard rumors at the Cantina about Jedi on Tatooine, but as far as she knew, this was certainly a first for her.

“I have a connection to the force?” she asked quietly, although she was already beginning to put the pieces together. The dreams, the close calls, and the coincidences that were too uncanny to write off as chance… it all made sense to her now. Valae felt a bit unsteady from the sudden realization, and would likely have fallen over, had Thurion not been grasping her shoulder. She nodded a couple times when she felt his hand fall away, and she looked at him wordlessly for a moment or two. He was right; this information was a lot to take in. In the space of a few minutes, her life had been forever changed.

“I will go with you.” She said finally, cutting through her stunned silence. Valae knew that she needed guidance now, more than ever, and Thurion could provide the steady support she needed. Her hand reached up and ruffled her wavy hair a few times, she was feeling a bit overwhelmed but trying to keep calm. “I suppose I should pack my things…” Valae started, her voice a bit faraway. “When are we leaving? Should I meet you at your ship?” She tilted her head slightly as she looked to the Jedi Master.

This was a night a night that would live on in her memories for all time; a new beginning born from grief.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

He was greatly pleased to hear she was willing to join him, as was Teetoo who practically bounced with joy. It wasn't often the little astromech took a liking to strangers, so he knew this girl was indeed special. There was one thing gnawing at him, however, and had been since they met. It would have to be addressed before they leave Tatooine. When she disappeared into the house, Thurion casually strolled after her, biding his time. "Take your time, Valae. We'll leave when you're ready," he told her. "This is your home, after all. I would hate to see you abandon it without a proper farewell."

As she reappeared with her things, Thurion met her at the threshold and took her things out of her hands before putting them down on the ground beside him. "There is one more thing," he spoke softly while taking her hands in his. "You have to forgive yourself. You have to forgive your father, and you have to allow yourself to mourn him." A hand found its way to her cheek where it settled. "Do it for him, but more importantly do it for yourself."

[member="Valae Kitra"]​

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Valae strode into her family home and made straight for her bedroom. She grabbed a large duffel bag and immediately started stuffing it with clothing. She looked around the sparsely decorated room and walked over to her dresser. Valae picked up a framed picture of her family, and gently set it into her bag. The picture was one of few important belongings, as it represented a time when she and her parents had something to smile about. With a last glance around the room she had called home all her life, Valae turned and started back out. She could see the memories unfolding all around her, and instead of letting them overtake her, she looked down at her feet.

She met Thurion at the door and feigned a smile when he took the bags from her. When she felt his hand on her cheek, she couldn’t help but crumble to pieces. The tears left streams down her face and fell heavy upon the ground. This was the part that Valae had been dreading; it was time to face the painful reality. She looked up at Thurion and nodded to indicate that she would do as he requested. Slowly she backed away and walked into her father’s bedroom. Valae took a seat on the lumpy mattress and picked up one Atticus’ shirts from the floor. Her fingers ran over the faded plaid, and for a moment she buried her face in the worn fabric.

“I will miss you, old man.” Valae whispered through the tears. She reflected upon the good times, as well as the more difficult times that they had shared. There weren’t many people that would have called Atticus a good father, but he had been Valae’s whole world. She clutched the shirt to her chest for a moment as she forgave her father for all of the tough times, for the many times she’d found him passed out drunk and finally, for leaving her so suddenly. Valae closed her eyes and gave a silently prayed that her father was now at peace.

Valae was still holding the shirt when she walked out of his room, she would carry it with her as a reminder. With each step forward she willed herself to accept herself and the flaws that made up her character. She took deep breaths in, and with every exhale visualized the negativity within her fading away into light. Valae reminded herself that she was a good person, that she would never have intentionally let her father come to harm, and that his death was not her fault. She paused when she reached the threshold again, though the sadness would remain for now, she felt renewed.

“I’m ready now.” She said softly and looked up to Thurion.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Thurion remained outside while Valae was given as much as she needed. It was no easy thing letting go of one's past; a lesson he knew better than most. Part of him still belonged to the past, but he had only to think of his family to return to the present. He then realised Valae did not have any family left, which meant she put all her trust in him. He vowed there and then that he would not fail her.

When she eventually returned Thurion again met her at the threshold. Her eyes were red from the tears shed for her lost loved one, and the sight alone was enough to break his heart. He reached out to her and pulled her into a warm embrace which would last for as long as she wished it to. "Okay, Val," Thurion said as he pulled away from the hug only to wipe the last of her tears using his thumb. By now a proud smile had reached his lips as he looked her over one last time. "You look ready."

The three would then leave the Kitra junkyard together, making for his ship parked outside the city limits. Thurion helped Valae with her bags while Teetoo was more than happy to escort the young lady. "Well, here we are: The Oathkeeper. Teetoo, if you would do us the honour..." The little droid accessed the ship's controls and lowered the ramp for them to enter. "After you, my dear."

[member="Valae Kitra"]​

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Valae fell into Thurion’s embrace, where she continued to cry for a few moments. When she pulled away, the tears that remained were swept away and she stood ready to break the last thread that connected her to her old life. As the trio set off for the ship, she took once last glance at the Kitra Family Scrap Yard, its gate locked indefinitely. The news would soon reach the other salvagers, she liked to think that they might gave a kind word about her family before going about their business.

As they reached the ship, she gave the friendly droid a pat and watched as the ramp lowered. Valae boarded the Oathkeeper and took a seat. In the blink of an eye, they were breaking atmo and Valae watched as Tatooine became nothing more than a pale dot. The black of space was a lit with stars, and they shined with possibilities. Still clutching her father’s shirt, she gently nodded off into a deep sleep. She knew that she would be waking up to a different world, and her journey was only beginning.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]