Karst

Loneliness.

For Karst she was a faithful companion, the cloak that warmed her at night and protected her during the day. She had been born alone, with the sound of the waves covering every thought, and alone she had remained for a long, long time before Norad found her. Before the blue fortress became the place she called home.

And the world had no longer seemed so vast to her. The boundaries had narrowed, the goals had changed to something she never thought she would encounter. Loyalty. Bonds. And hatred toward those who wanted to take them away from her. Toward him, Zagal, the mad idiot who thought he could lay his dirty fingers on their home. He would rip out their eyes and hang them somewhere, to remind them every day of the end of those who pay no respect to the Ladies of Medda.

“I need you, Karst.”

“I know.”