ISLE OF GILMORSH
The air in the atmosphere is thick with the scent of saltwater as people go about their business.
The Isle is a place of serene beauty surrounded by rivers and mountains that reach for the sky. But for Hera, doesn't see that beauty now.
She has dedicated her life to the preservation of her people, the people of Gilmorsh. She has spent years sending out spies and guards to bring in their kind who are living in fear among the humans and other creatures alike, to live in Gilmorsh where they can be safe. She has tried all her best to keep this sanctuary and haven of theirs stronger and more powerful.
But her methods are cruel, and her rule is absolute. Amd she knows it has to be that way for people to bend and listen. She sighs, her mind drifting to Griselda. She shouldn't have treated her badly when they defeated Balcroft. She was upset at the fact that she was pregnant for the man they waged a war against, but she shouldn't have treated her that bad.
