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A gust of wind blew past her face, a tear catching the wind and flying away with the stray current. Ianthe stood before the grave of her now dead aunt. The woman who was there with a loving smile and a tender touch. The woman who taught her how to cook, how to read and write, and how to make others happy. Aunt Trish taught her how to smile in such a manner to make others smile, to bring joy where she went. Unbidden the corners of her lips tugged upwards, a soft, sorrowful, smile catching another tear as it fell to the edge of her soft lips.

Ianthe looked down at the gravestone and read it. “Trish Vihrea. A loving aunt and a wonderful woman taken too soon.” She had been given the task of writing the words, she had wanted to do so. The white haired girl fell to her knees and started to sob, liquid flowing freely down her face as she silently felt sorrow begin to crush her soul. Again the wind blew and picked up a few stray tears that escaped her eyes. The gentle caress was enough to make her sob more, as it reminded her of her now lost aunt. Her hand balled into a fist as she hit the ground.

“It’s not fair.” She said between sobs that wracked her body, heavy deep shuddering things that threatened to break her chest from what it felt like. “It’s not fair!” She yelled at the cold earth beneath her. Bare knees and hands pressed into that unforgiving dirt, digging into it, as an anger swelled in her breast. “IT’S NOT FAIR! SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG! WHY DID SHE HAVE TO BE TAKEN AWAY!” She screamed, the screams of a young girl raging at the world in front of her, questioning the very process of life.

Ianthe’s lips began to quiver as the emotional turmoil spread further through her, she even began to retch the contents of her stomach up onto the dirt. Everything she had held back, everything she had repressed came flooding her mind all at once, the sheer anger of the situation, the sadness, even a sense of guilt. Again and again her coiled fist pounded against the terra beneath her. Blood dripped down her fist, she must have caught part of her skin on a rock. Ianthe felt a little better, but not by much, at striking something, even if it was just the ground. She felt some of her bones crack and protest her assault on the earth below, but she didn’t stop. Screaming louder than she thought possible she wailed on the unfair earth beneath her feet.

The young girl stood tall as she felt the culmination of her feelings peak inside of her. She took a step forward, her hands bleeding and her face stained with tears. She rejected the edicts of the world, and set forth her own, a tempest of divine power erupted from the grieving girl, and a pressure unlike any she had ever felt filled her body...

The right to rule was a divine mandate, given by Gods. There were those that rose to this mandate, those that earned it, and then there were others. Others who were born with the right to rule. Given leave by nothing other than their own will and force of being they subjugated the very rules around them. The Tempestuous Empress set forth an edict, an edict that would he obeyed, for the very earth she was supported by could not deny her mandates. She forced it to obey, to recognize her as the true master it answered to. The Tempestuous Empress demanded-

Ianthe’s eyes widened as she felt her entire body scream out in pain at her, conceptual pain met emotional pain, and finally it dawned upon her that this was how things were. She could fight it, forever really, but it wouldn’t change. With a last shuddering breath and a closing of her eyes, allowing freshly formed tears to flow like an unstoppable river, she accepted that her beloved aunt was gone for good. Darkness took her, and unconsciousness became her world for a time….