I keep coming back to this place that feels so familiar to me. Yet I cannot recall and everything is left in ruin. Was this my doing?
She looks at the ground, noticing that she is standing in front of a broken piece of pottery. The image etched into its side is eerily similar to her visage. She looks back up into the surrounding trees. I surely hope not. The dragon spirit wrapped around her body seethes with anger as it notices scattered bones strewn about the land. Anathema takes notice as well. Be calm my friend. We will find out what has happened here no matter what the cost. She turns to leave the most sacred of places in search of answers.
Pet image by roar