"You're not allowed to see behind the mask! Nobody is!" he'd yelled.
Funny, she thought. Not more than five minutes ago they had been trying to cover the masks. They had been trying to keep the masks as they were – static, constant – but then the World Guardian had to come in.
The World Guardian always had to come in. The World Guardian always had to remove the masks.
She wished she knew what lay behind the mask. Perhaps then she wouldn't have felt as bitter as she did when he stripped away her own mask.
He had lashed out at the World Guardian and in his spite and hurt he had decided to pull away her mask of trustworthiness and talent.
She saw her reflection in the orb of the Staff. A liar, fraud and thief stared back at her.
But he also pulled away the World Guardian's mask of heroism, defiance and compassion.
She saw the World Guardian's reflection in the orb of the Staff. A broken, vulnerable, tormented and mortal human stared back at her.
Not more than five minutes later when she had embraced her destiny and become safe from the Dragonkin forever, she felt a little less bitter when she realised that she wasn't the only one devoid of a mask now.