[Mom] Are you proud of your daughter?
Gabrielle, though for all pride in protecting her family, the damnation brought upon herself - to her final descent into the shadows, not once looked at her children with disappointment. If she were still drawing breath, and untouched by the void, these would be the words she would share to such a question.
“Mine beloved songbird, for many a spring hast she sung a melody of life and beauty, only for her song to shift to a chant of war and chaos. Though she hast endured glory days, only to falleth to her own despair, not once hath I looked upon her halfheartedly. Her trials hath forged her into a mistress of strength, for she carries within her the hardiness of mine mother, and the one afore that. A strength I failed to channel through the worst of times.
There were many a chance for her to lose her path, to surrender her heart and soul to her own voracious desire for power. Yet, she wast humbled, and found her path not to be one painted with blood and sacrifice of life.
She found herself - and took bloom in the murkiest of situations. Mine songbird wast no more, for she bloomed like a lotus now, a beautiful flower amid the darkness.”
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