The breeze plumped and shifted my hair, gently caressing the greying strands. The valley I had lived for stretched below, finally vibrantly verdant. The wash of life carpeted the scars of war etched into the land.
My scars had found an uglier comfort, puckering and pulling at my skin. But inhaling the tangy bite of the surrounding vines soothed my once-rampant vanity.
My degenerating body had served me well, fighting to carry me back to my one-time home and newfound haven, even if the bell tower was all that now remained.
Once, this had been Castle Creagh.
Once, I had been its princess.
Once, dragons had ruled the sky.
Now, amidst the ruins and foliage, only I remained.
Ignoring my provisions, I watched the sun paint my land in its descent, allowing forgotten peace to droop my eyelids.
Until a flicker of fire reanimated my drained form. A second flicker reminded my lips of their former curve.
They were home.