The New Beginning - Nyssa

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MY WAY

The weight of the world was on her shoulders, and for once, she wasn't sure what to do.

Predestined heroes, Gods and Goddesses, everything had been turned upside down for the Sheikah, crimson eyes blankly staring ahead as she walked a well worn path towards a camp, where someone she desperately needed to see resided. Was it for guidance? Reassurance? She knew the Tradition was still alive within herself, and Nyssa as well, but was it enough? What was Tradition to a broken world, after all?

Too many questions. Most will never see an answer, not in her lifetime. But she would continue to move forward, her wounds, numerous, but not severe, healing slowly. The battle was great, and savage, and the sudden, jarring intervention of Divinity had taken literally every participant that she knew of by surprise. The Tradition had been rend in two in front of her, and now Faith had been placed into question by the very ones who had called for it.

Kamia would never waver, of course. She knew what was right, what was just, but also knew what was deserving of a Hero unyielding, and the Goddess' Incarnation. At what point was the grand design going to break? Tradition had changed so much over the years to suit the world, and it's changes, but not once had anything quite like this happened.

Her thoughts and musings had led her to arrive at the camp without realizing it, tired eyes gazing across the campground with apathy. She went to a nearby bench and sat, resting her elbows on her knees and sighing, closing her eyes as she rested. The quiet forest had become a symphony of noises attributed to humanity, the sounds of hammer on steel, armor scraping against itself echoing across the camp as voices murmured and muttered between the residents.Another moment, and she would be up again, blade sheathed, slung over her shoulder as she sought out Nyssa. Her Sage. Her friend.

The Eye was emblazoned on a piece of fabric stitched, the symbol of their Tribe, their responsibility. The sign stood in front of a set of tents that was quieter. The sounds of steel behind her, she stepped into the campgrounds, and immediately moved to seek out the Sage. She needed to know what to do next… if there was anything to be done.

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