Agatha stood still, her cloak tugged by the wind that blew across the shattered rooftop. The sounds of the ruined city below were distant to her now. Just a background noise.
She take her hand of her face and looking on the horizon, but her mind was far from here. It churned with doubts, fears, and the weight of choices she'd made.
She had once believed she could navigate the politics of the higher realms with cautious diplomacy and sharp precision. That with enough foresight, enough information, she could survive their wars and whims. But none of her calculations had accounted for this.
How could she have known that it would unravel so quickly with Clyde who was probably at its center?
The higher beings had always battling amongst themselves. But even in all that chaos, there had been rules.
Now, that order was gone.
Her fingers twitched at her side, clenched, then relaxed again.
