She was eesome. Lyna was the very embodiment of grace, poise and perfection; everything a princess should strive to be. Levitation. An easy yet powerful spell she could hold in her sleep if she wanted to. It was much more acceptable than getting her hands dirty in physical combat like her counterpart, Carissa. So when Lyna found herself in the darkened throne room of Ephedia, levitating with her chakram lodged in Gramorr’s neck, and blackened blood gushing from it like a fountain…she started to wake up.

“Fountains...Borealis had beautiful fountains..”

Gramorr had hurt her friends, beyond any quick healing spell. Iris, Talia, Aurianna, even Carissa. And you. He hurt you. The five of you laid on the ground, battered and bruised. You were bleeding from somewhere and going in and out of consciousness. You were hurt. In pain. Because of him. Everything was his fault. Lyna jerked her hand.

Gramorr choked, with a grin in his voice. As if he had won.

“Borealis…had BEAUTIFUL FOUNTAINS! BOREALIS HAD BEAUTIFUL GARDENS AND ANIMALS AND PEOPLE. MY PEOPLE. MY FRIENDS. My home..the only thing I ever knew…I don’t even know if my parents are alive. Because of YOU.”

The ground beneath you begins to shake. The ancient Ephedian writing on the wall starts glowing green. You feel a breeze wash over you, one that evokes a sense of warmth and strength. You catch a blurry glimpse. Lyna’s shanilla? Lyna almost looked like…Iris with that form.

“You’ve hurt and killed..so many innocent people…just because you could.”

Gramorr breaks away from her in her sudden display of power. The wind circling the throne room carries Gramorr’s blood, splattering it on her face. Lyna with her glowing eyes, luminescent hair, and magic spilling from every pore of her body, looked absolutely eesome. A blood-splattered dress, a terrifyingly eesome girl.

“You’re worth getting a little dirty for..”