Giovanna insisted on diving more and more. I watched her go from the beach.
As she swam, I paced the beach.
I had left my Army in Saminda, and although I knew that I shouldn’t have. I didn’t regret the decision.
It was like my soul had made the choice for me. I finally sat and watched the shoreline. The light seafoam lapped at the sand. Dragging my hand through the sand, I remembered my time after I escaped the tower.
I tried to go to distant lands but never found a way. So instead I set up a network in Saminda.
Of spies and people who didn’t want the Empire to continue the way it had. I wanted to see change.
I spent many years learning how to fight with my Shadow. I let it become a weapon, sharpened to the finest point.
But something about all that power didn’t feel right. Like a puzzle piece you are sure should fit but doesn’t.
I was the puzzle piece that didn’t fit, but I always wanted to.
It was like I was willing to distort my shape to fit into any box that would keep me safe.
Then, when it was announced that there was to be an Empress who took over. It was a rumor, but rumor had a speck of truth.
I had Kathera watch, wanting to know when she grew into her power. So I could wage the war that would allow me to one day take her throne.
I wanted it. I wanted it badly enough to end lives for it.
Bad enough that I did end lives for.
But that final battle never came, and now looking out into the ocean, waiting for Giovanna.
I wasn’t sure I wanted it anymore.