#her return

It was the first moving shadows of dawn, that Mishi finally found the mouth of the mountain pass that lead back to the Steppes. How long she had been running had faded into a never-ending nightmare that dared to end all hopes. Though as cut and bleeding hands crawled and clawed their way through the rocky path, the sound of rippling streams brought the renewal of hope once more. Buried within the crevaus of moss and stone, blue silk had remained protectively wrapped around a single blue linkpearl. With trembling breaths and unsure footing her first words echoed out in hope that a promise was kept and a single soul would be waiting. “Keiho.. help me..” As the resistance movement had followed behind Lore Hein and victory was upon the horizion, the second promise of many was fullied. The Azim Steppes had once again been opened to travel and the foothold of the Empire had been pushed back into the shadows. At lest for the time being. The need for words of inspiration and unity would still be needed, but in the moment, preperations could be made. Moments of personal victories could be claimed.It was in this moment that Keiho, her chosen Warlord, pointed his hand to the mountains and bid her to  to return to the place she had once called home. To find any trace of her clan if there was any to be found and reclaim what was taken from her. Moons passed and silence found any that called out for her as she had shed any trace of the resistance or potental links back to them. Perhaps in her heart she knew what would await her within the winding choas of the mountain forest. A journey that was meant to renew her hope or spirit of vengance took on a deadly and unforeseen turn whe she met an enemy where once stood a friend. Beaten, battered, bruised she was caged once again. Her only respite was a hiden red gem that she refused to part with. It’s glow became a beacon and fire within that whispered to her in the momentary glimpses of peace. She must return. Some way, some how, she must return.

A sudden hush came upon her. One of absolute silence and a highly unusual surfacing of nerves. Dark eyes of a burning auburn gazed upon the sight before her. A place she liked to call 'A home away from home.' Well, she really didn't have much of a home left, now - did she? Of what was left, she was able to carry with her. The ring kept upon her fourth finger weighed her down metaphorically, a stone of a billion tons keeping her in place as she stared at the castle of gray and white, stones fixturing into place to reveal a structure of defense and safety. Without a second further, steady steps walked up the pebble-grazed path towards the welcoming doors of Hogwarts.

People within the halls took no notice, it was alright. Chatter of an ordinary day filled her eyes, insensitive remarks to others here and there. Random spurts of lovely compliments said to the other and to the she or he. And Woori, she waltzed passed each individual, a daring smirk upon her face as she moved, each step taken in confidence and ease. It didn't matter that she was surrounded in a sea of indifference. It didn't matter that no one could tell of who was around them, one that many had worried was lost and gone. She had returned, and at this point- whom were to remember were all that would matter. Those who didn't, they were the past, just like that one kid who decided leaving was the only option for him to take. 

That sure left a heavy burden in her chest. But whatever.

He is... If it wasn't for me that city would be nothing but sand. Just look at all the situations that arose during my absence!