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"Reign supposes death is a beautiful thing. The inevitability, the power, the knowing of the existence of the unknown.
Of course, it is horrendous as well. Free will ripped away, an unique life ending, the inflicted pain - targeting both the mourning living and the wishful dead.
She has never experienced a death - a rare thing for The Lost Cities, her elven world - though she lives with an aura of pain and loss, her parents suffering from much. She has heard the stories regarding the gone. Enough times to have the ability to repeat them word for word. And she is awed by them. It’s a strange thing, and anyone who knows her says so, to admire tales of pain and endings. But Reign is a member of the strange, and always has been. They’ve never worried her - her differences. She has been lucky enough, and knows it, to have her grandfather, someone who embraces her quirks and aberrations rather than shys away from them.
He is one of the few members of her family who has not abandoned her in an attempt to save reputation. One of the few who does not fear what others will think of him, now that her parents have passed. Instead, her grandfather loves Reign with a wise and gentle heart.
It has always seemed like the sole safe place in the world is with her grandfather in their simple - well, as simple as the sparkling and gleaming elvin homes can be - and beautifully lone home of Tenebris. "
