rating: G / K
genre: General
summary: Times change, and so can the definition of just what home can mean.
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The pale moon hung overhead and stars dotted the sky. Wind blew through the trees and the leaves rustled in its wake. Insects buzzed with a low hum and noises whispered in the dark with the movements of the nocturnal creatures that made the night their home.
But all made way for the figure walking amongst them.
She didn't belong.
Blades of grass bent beneath her feet as she trod a familiar path and then rose up again once her weight was gone as if it had never been. And in the distance, beyond the last stand of trees, was a familiar sight - sheltered walls and glowing warmth that bespoke of hearth and home.
There was a time when that had been her home.
People had bowed as she walked past, bestowed upon her gifts, and looked at her with reverence and warm smiles. Then that time passed and her body was given to fire and her ashes given another home. And then time changed again and now...now were she to trod down amongst that same cluster of sheltered walls and glowing hearths as she had once before, she knew she would be greeted with fearful looks and hateful curses bereft of once familiar smiles.
There was a time when that had been her home.
But that time was no longer.
Now home was a vessel of clay and stolen souls that had no place except wherever the path of vengeance guided her. And one day home would crack and crumble to dust, returning to earth as was meant to be and she...
She looked forward to that day. She looked forward to that day with the trembling hope that when it came...
Perhaps then she would finally return to where she was meant to be.
Home.