Latent Ire

"...Regalia. Prestigious and regnant; Humanum's most alluring and venerable jewel of power. As if it were a beacon on an overcast eve's gloomy horizon, it brings illumination to our path on the Great Way..."
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Seated on a vintage oaken couch deep within aforementioned capital, the Field Commander silently thought to herself; Unmoving, speechless, tranquil to the naked eye: A living example of discipline. Lids kept loosely shut, facial expression closely clinging to stoic nature. Bruises, long-lasting wounds and cuts, charred portions of skin adorn her visage. Alongside the many, lasting, wounds can be found wrinkles and skin discolourations. Her chestnut blonde hair also bear a few starlight-kin locks; she's close to losing her youth. Straight stature with broad shoulders maintained the woman rests and listens to her surroundings. Mild winds' currents flow through the city's narrow alleys, betwixt its numerous buildings, eventually catching a loose lock of hers and demanding compliance to its will.

"...Yet the longer my stay is prolonged, the dourer my vision becomes..."

Spoiler: Theme for the Conclusion

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Lithe digits curled, alabaster fists became pronounced in the late dusk's uncertain light; A decision was made. Only the Spirit may have witnessed it. That fateful day's last light brought a moment of respite to her tortured soul, but only temporarily. She understood that the time for resting has come to an end. And so the aged woman sighed and went to bury her trouser's textile.

"...Perhaps you, ______, had been right... It is about that I've stepped into action..."​

REF.: HERE​

Spoiler: Out-of-Character

A glimpse into the Commander's mind, and how her path takes a different route. Change's imminent... and she subjects herself to it.
I wish to hone my writing skills, so do bear with me and my grammatical errors. Also, I do not prefer to write grandiose lengths, but rather go as vague I can. Hope you enjoy or else.

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