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Lore stood on the top of hill that over looked the cliffs of a bay. The trees stood tall around her as the green faded into the rocky and sandy portions of the beach only to merge with the waters. Looking at the clouded sky, she felt older and alive, a memory pushing back. She also felt as if she was being watched from many places, that her decisions affected more than just her. One of the forceful sentries seemed to come from the palace on the opposite cliffs of the bay where stone stood out from the tree and a large balcony dominated the clearing.

The rushed around her, causing the skirts of her simple dress and robes to stir around her legs as she took off running through the forest behind her. Her light, slipper covered feet found purchase on the hidden trail that took her along the backside of the hill. A clearing came before on the cliff that she was on, a house, simple in making but holding so much power. Along the path the curved all the way around the sat rocks a few feet from each other on the inside perimeter of the cottage,on each stone sat a different cat that looked straight ahead at their positions, each facing away from the cottage. Her feet didn't stop along path as she came around and an older woman stood at the door on the otherside, whispering as she ran past.

The path took her down the cliff to the beach where she didn't stop until she was in the water. Closing her eyes, she dunked under the surface. When she opened her eyes under the water, the blue waves turned to red and all manner of life floated in death. Gasping, she surfaced again to find a man sitting on a black horse in full dark armor. He watched her as he held his hand down to her, to lift her on the horse.

Memories flooded back to that Lore as she recgonized his gaze from one she felt from the palace across the bay. A warlord, a trusted priestess, friends since childhood when her family served his, distantly related to the royal family. At the right age, she was sent off to the temples to learn about the gifts that manifested in her bloodline, but after a few years she left, giving up the chance at becoming a teacher in order to travel with him as his priestess and helping to run his camps.

Lore would wake up, curled around a pillow with a sense of loss and abandonment in her heart. Accepting it as a part of her past life, she'd move on through the day.