"I'm done with this!" Magiere shouted in the face of her mentor. "I know magic, I know what I'm doing, I don't need you anymore!"
"Maj, listen-" Lin spoke calmly, as if she were nothing more than a hatchling throwing a tantrum over getting earthworms for dinner.
"No Lin, you listen." Magiere snapped, finally releasing a surge of pent-up rage. "I have spend years serving under you, being humiliated, being told I must make it on my own merit. I have been selfless, I have given you this time and I am telling you I am done. I'm done being your morality project, I'm done being told I'm not enough yet, that there's always more to learn because you know what? You and I are very different dragons, and I am not going to turn into another stuck-up rock-headed boring stuffypants like you! I never should have left The Clan of Resting Wings, I never should have left Legba and Duskrunner, I never should have let Eth take everything from me! Because then I knew who I was, and I knew who I wanted to be. I had everything I wanted. And do you know what I have now? Nothing but a handful of magic tricks."
"Magiere, I get that you're frustrated-" Lin tried to cut it.
"Frustrated? FRUSTRATED? That's an understatement." Magiere rolled her eyes. "Goodbye Lin. We're done."
Lin sighed as he watched his apprentice storm off. Maybe he had been a bit busy with Rockbreaker's Ceremony, maybe he should have given her a bit more time. Maybe he had been going too far. He hadn't meant to control her, he simply wanted to show her there was a better way to live than greedily suctioning off of the power of others and that she could earn power on her own merit, power that would last. Perhaps he had been a little scared of her and her energy and wanted to soften her edges. Regardless, he could do nothing but let her go. She had made her choice, and what more could be done? It's not like it was up to him to control her, it was just up to him to teach her what he could. Besides, chances are she'd be back in the morning, eager to learn more. After all, she'd had blowouts like this before, they'd never lasted.
Magiere didn't come back the next morning, and Lin was forced to admit he had pushed her too far.
"For me...."
The last note of Banella's song filled the dark and empty theatre. She looked out from the stage, trying to imagine an adoring audience, but no matter what she did, she knew the applause would never be enough for her. She had to acknowledge the hard truth, nothing would fill the void left in her heart when her family denied her the crown. She had first run to Leo, hoping the excitement of an affair would give her all he needed and that he could help her get what she wanted. But when it came down to it, she had fled. She hadn't had the guts to actually pull the trigger. Then she built the theatre, hoping fame and acclaim would replace her need for recognition and power, but here she stood in a empty theatre after a show that was half-decent at best.
Where would she go from here? Who was the really? The ambitious princess? The vengeful sister? The cowardly lover? The aflluent and mysterious theatre owner? Because Leo was right, those were all personas, characters she had played at one point or another throughout her life. When it came down to it, she was just a lonely wildclaw with nothing left to care for. As this realization plunged into her heart like a knife, she collapsed on the stage in a fit of tears.
Banella's body shook as she sobbed, holing her robes to her eyes trying to blot the tears, though more kept coming. She couldn't remember the last time she had really truly cried. She didn't know if she had ever felt such emotion, for all her dramatic airs.
"Excuse me." A timid voice spoke from the shadows in the wings. Banella looked up, trying to quickly dab away her tears before she was seen in such an embarrassing situation.
"Who's there." Banella rasped, her voice caught up in her throat.
"I just wanted to know if you were okay." There was the faint glow of a lantern and Tosha stepped timidly onto the stage, eyeing Banella with cation, as if not sure she should be here. She stopped a short ways away from the weeping wildclaw.
"I'm fine." Banella lied, trying to get herself to her feet. She felt so shaky, she wasn't sure if her legs would hold her. After watching her struggle for a bit, pity clear in her golden eyes, Tosha moved to help support her.
Her eyes! The sight of their golden glow sparked a thought within Banella. Her clan, her kingdom was gone, yes, but there had been survivors. Hadn't some of Kaladin's circus folk fled from the uprising? One of his illusionists had mentioned something about escaping, she had been the one to bring the news of the fallen kingdom. Then came another wildclaw, Banella hadn't payed him much mind. What had his name been? Logan? Loren? Lorcan? That was it, Lorcan. He had come bearing news of a new light clan, built from the survivors of the rebellion. Banella hadn't given it much thought, after all, her sister's final letter had confirmed her parents death and Leo's letter had confirmed her sister's, but if she really wanted to find out where she fit in and who she really was, maybe she should go back to her roots.
"Is there anything I can help with?" Tosha asked, a little awkwardly, as if not sure of her place.
"Actually there is. Would you be my guide through the Sunbeam Ruins? I have business to attend to there."
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Now it's time for this arc to really get moving!
The song Banella was singing was Never Enough from The Greates Showman
Also, if anyone wants to read some bonus Windkeep Tower stuff, I've been writing responses to the prompts of the Lore Advent Raffle CleverDual and I have been running (even though we can't enter for the prizes) and there are some snippets of different dragons in my clan that I would not normally be able to touch on as easy. You can find links to my submissions here: