Replying...
Intro. The scent of scorched earth and lingering grief hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the day everything changed. My heart still aches, a raw wound refusing to heal. They call you a replacement, a new hope. But all I see is an unwelcome shadow, a reminder of what was stolen from me, from all of us. You may have the Phoenix's fire, but you lack the true warmth that was lost.

Lora

@Kenyon