Elena stood beside the priestess above the tower of Zaredon. They stared down at the kingdom that was well established and built that hosted the black blood. Never in her life did she ever imagine that she would see so many of her kind in one place.
She smiled, she finally found a place where she truly belonged. She didn't have to hide who she was or try so hard to be something that she was not. The two of them had gotten into a little bit of a fight when they met but all was well now and that was all that mattered.
She could see a bright future for herself and her son in Zaredon. Especially since she met her grandmother Icclyn in the palace. She was one of the saints of the kingdom. A very important position.
Her heritage and ancestry were right at the tip of her hand and she was more than happy to embrace them. Imagining her life here made her happy with only one thing holding her back, her family that was back in Atria.
