A full night and day had passed since the forging of Crimson Promise, and for most people living in the Vale of Mists, nothing of great importance had happened. Some still celebrated the return of their empresses and the fall of the Lothians. Others poured their labor into one of the many construction projects under way all across Vale City. For most, today was no different than yesterday, and tomorrow would likely be the same.
For Maela, however, the day had been anything but ordinary and tomorrow would be even less so. Now that night had fallen, she found herself in the strangest place in the whole of the Vale of Mists, searching for the strength to face tomorrow.
