The bustling of New Delsta had an air about it that no other city in Solistia really captured quite the same. Throné looked up at the sky. She stood on the corner of one of the streets, lost in thought. She was mainly reflecting on her journey to this point. The sky, it symbolized freedom. Freedom from what Father and Mother had put her through.

Throné touched the bare skin of her neck. The shackle that was once there was now gone. She and her friends had gone separate ways a few months ago. Now what? With the Blacksnakes fallen apart without their leadership, Throné was all alone again. "At least I'm home in New Delsta." She commented mostly to herself, lost within her own mind.