Henrietta Monroe

[Esmeraude]

Born without purpose, under no guiding light of the stars.
Little room to breathe, and even littler room to exist.
It burns, each blow causing my fatigue to fade.
Where am I? Who am I? What am I?

Nothing.

Until that purpose was given to me.
Taken away from my tribe, what happened to my real family?
Some questions can never be answered, but the marks on my flesh can be.
And all who dare exist with or without purpose shall heed my call, as nails press into their flesh.

That is when she opened her arms out to me.
When he showed me the guiding light through the darkness.
These people are not my family, they have become my salvation.
And now I must repay the favor, by following our new ways in Esshar.

It's only just begun...

Watch me.
Closely.

[Esmeraude]

Osrona

I spent so much time in Osrona, and gave up who I was.

To be someone else, so that I could live without being burned.

A name that was never my own, a name that was never me.

They all soaked in it, and all I had to do is smile at them.

All I had to do is preach about what I hate the most.

They could never realize the truth.

Even when it was right in front of them.

The times those stars cried out to me...

...That was the cries of souls trapped within the stars.

Souls that's power wasn't simply recycled, but claimed as my own.

An unworthy, unblessed child of Leonaus... A thief.

A reaper of the stars.

And they all reveled in my presence, enjoying each appearance I make.
Even the old Queen had used me to decorate their home, for their child.
How tempting it was to rig such a building, to cause it's structure to quake.
The number of lives I could have taken... And gifted to my true savior.
None know how truly lucky they are, to have walked away safely...
...Especially when you were alone with me, underestimating me.

So focused on my love for the Shadows, that they even made up lies.
Lies... About how I feed their enemy and should be stripped of my titles.
Is that how low you had to sink, Osrona? Ignoring the real facts, to make up lies?
How do you gain the truth from falsities that never existed, when I gave you the truth the whole time.
This is how closed-minded you are and will continue to be... Worthless investigators, always empty-handed.




So dance for me my puppets... Dance beautifully to the tug of your strings.
And you all danced so gracefully, you can all pat yourselves on the back.
Thinking about how each of you had no idea, and even now remain clueless.
Who had their strings pulled? It could have been any of you...
...Can you trust your consciousness?

Funny.

Now you may all feel so safe inside your cities, but those who wronged me are doomed.
Even inside your safe little homes, I am going to reach inside and claim you.
And you'll become an addition to my lord, an addition to my power.

Sleep tight~.