Charity leaves the village. As her younger sister runs around Andrea, and her mother tends to elderly. Charity's father talks to people about reconstruction, and her older brother helps some fey rebuild. She walks down to the grasslands. The grass a vibrant green and the sky a captivating blue. Charity takes a deep breath of the fresh, clean air. She walks feeling her feet sink slightly into the grass and nutrient rich soil.
Charity sighs as everything spills out of her at that moment. Her mind fills with wants and clutters her heart with them. Charity's eyes yearn for a tear to drop, but nothing comes.
Hydrangea and apparently everything in it sees Charity as its hero. 'What have I done to deserve to be called a hero?' Charity looks back at the village.
"I killed my best friends twin and my first kiss. Now Andrea has nothing left of her family, and is being blamed for everything Ryker did," Charity says to herself listing the things wrong.
She shakes her head continuing to walk across the grasslands. Passing new crop fields. They show promise as green begins to sprout. The nymphs are still settling into the trees and haven't gotten a chance to tend to them. The grass is wet in some areas due to the merfolk giving the crops controlled rain.
Charity smiles at the amount of potential that Hydrangea holds. It helps to have the capability of all the people here. They have so much hope and love for this place. Charity reaches down and grabs some damp dirt and lets it roll off of her hand. She brushes her hand off on her new dress.
It's purple with an off shoulder top and an a-line skirt that ends above her knees. She happily puts her hands in its added pockets. Her hand lands on the leather sheath that holds the thing she used to ki-. Charity shakes her head and pulls her hands out of her pockets.
She stops and grabs the blue hydrangea flower from her ponytail. Charity's mom put it there using it as a bow. She twirls the short stem in between her thumb and pointer finger. Charity falls to her knees in front of a large stone that covers the ashes of a lost soul. She lays it down next to the stone. The text carved onto it replaying in her mind. She uses it as a reminder. That what was done is done, and she did the right thing. Charity gulps as the text continues repeating in her mind until it comes out of her mouth.
"Ryker Rille. May your sins rest peacefully with you," Charity's lips tremble slightly at the cold aura around the words.