The jet black '67 Chevy Impala sped over the backroads in Rhy'din. It was an indulgence the Rogue had allowed herself shortly before she'd left Rhy'din nearly two and a half years ago. She was headed for the cliff that overlooked her Estates, she needed to do some thinking.. some thinking that didn't involve blood shed. She skidded to an abrupt halt at the edge of the cliff and slid out and onto the hood of the car. She stretched out onto the hood of the car and leaned back to watch the now setting Rhy'din sun, a sigh escaping parted lips. She closed her eyes a moment to reflect and a smirk turned the corner of her lips.
She was happy for him, and stronger in herself that she closed that door to her life. She only hoped that the gift she'd given him was accepted in the mannerism she'd intended. He'd never asked why, what happened to her while she was gone; she'd thought it better that way, better that he didn't care. It had made it easier on her, easier for her to say goodbye.
She sat up and brought one knee to her chest and wrapped her arms around it and set her chin on her knee as icey blue eyes watched the setting sun fall below the horizon. In the time she'd been gone, she'd learned a lot about herself, about who she was.. about what she wanted to accomplish in life; why she was who she was.. and she'd learned most of all to harness the power. She didn't like using it, hated to draw on it - it still creeped her out. She closed her eyes again and drew in a deep breath.. so many she had hunted in her time, so many times had she kissed death to somehow still walk the plains. No, Cheyenne couldn't understand why she was still here and on those cold, lonely nights while she watched over the water's edge from her balcony window, she wished for death to come to her. In death one could not feel remorse or pain - in death in her eyes, one found solace and comfort.
What else did Rhy'din have in store for the Rogue? What new things could she be taught and how many others would she slaughter?
While she was gone she'd vowed to herself never to let anyone close enough to hurt her again, she didn't have it in her to go through the pain again. Pandora's Box was overflowing as it were.
The Rogue watched the last rays of sunlight disappear as she hopped down off the hood of the '67 Chevy Impala and opened the door. One last look at the disappearing sun and she nodded to herself as she slid into the leather seat, turning the key and revving the engine to life.
She was happy for him, and stronger in herself that she closed that door to her life. She only hoped that the gift she'd given him was accepted in the mannerism she'd intended. He'd never asked why, what happened to her while she was gone; she'd thought it better that way, better that he didn't care. It had made it easier on her, easier for her to say goodbye.
She sat up and brought one knee to her chest and wrapped her arms around it and set her chin on her knee as icey blue eyes watched the setting sun fall below the horizon. In the time she'd been gone, she'd learned a lot about herself, about who she was.. about what she wanted to accomplish in life; why she was who she was.. and she'd learned most of all to harness the power. She didn't like using it, hated to draw on it - it still creeped her out. She closed her eyes again and drew in a deep breath.. so many she had hunted in her time, so many times had she kissed death to somehow still walk the plains. No, Cheyenne couldn't understand why she was still here and on those cold, lonely nights while she watched over the water's edge from her balcony window, she wished for death to come to her. In death one could not feel remorse or pain - in death in her eyes, one found solace and comfort.
What else did Rhy'din have in store for the Rogue? What new things could she be taught and how many others would she slaughter?
While she was gone she'd vowed to herself never to let anyone close enough to hurt her again, she didn't have it in her to go through the pain again. Pandora's Box was overflowing as it were.
The Rogue watched the last rays of sunlight disappear as she hopped down off the hood of the '67 Chevy Impala and opened the door. One last look at the disappearing sun and she nodded to herself as she slid into the leather seat, turning the key and revving the engine to life.