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Home was a four lettered word that Corona hardly associated with any particular place. In all actuality, she had spent more time moving around than settling for just one place, though she had made attempts before in the past to do so. If anything, certain places had a fixed point in her life and as it were, Inferni was one of them. When things had gone calm everywhere else, she knew things would be brewing back at the one place that she still had some semblance of a tie to. And that semblance for the most part was family, even though she was estranged from most of them and didn’t know where a good chunk of them were. The siblings that she had been closest to—Gabriel excluded—no longer resided within a reasonable distance. Some of them were overseas, others were scattered to the four winds.
So why on earth she found herself staring at the same wasteland as before was just about as unknown to her as it would be to anyone else. When the world was clearly a better place outside of there, where places had started to become less savage and more refined, had a distinct culture that was beyond just eye for an eye… why would anyone come back there? In the end, when she couldn’t find answers, she chalked it up to promises that may or may not have been there. She said she would come back, hadn’t she? And there she was, fresh back from places both more and less interesting than the landscape that she hadn’t entirely studied. It looked familiar and yet not; the only thing remotely familiar to her about this patch of ground were the pikes that ringed its borders and the scattered forests and grasslands. The foothills to their north and beyond it, what was really home in her recollection.
She made no proactive decisions to summon her brother or anyone else that she may have known inside Inferni, but rather hung around it quietly. There was ever an uncertainty brewing inside her that made her question whether or not it was worth it to return to a place where there had been nothing but bad memories over the last few years, worth it to see which siblings had stayed and which had left, and even whether or not she herself would last there. Something was brewing, there was no doubt about it. Whatever it was though, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go after it just yet; instead it was Andrezej’s grave that she had found. Whether or not that was in or outside of the borders no longer occurred to Corona; borders neither contained or stopped her.
It was hard to believe that it had been over a year since he had died, but he had it coming. There was little remorse for him, but instead there was still some for Rachias, who was long gone. It was her sister who had gone back to mark the grave after it was all said and done, though Corona hadn’t visited it again until now. But it wasn’t really Andrezej that came to her mind; instead it was her father. That wound was still the freshest and it was the one that had not closed all the way. It was much easier to get over the loss of a somewhat unknown sibling than it was a father with whom she had once shared a close bond with.
And time, well it had gotten away from her. Had it been a year yet? It felt like it had been so much longer already. She had very little to show for it, nothing really achieved in the four years that she had walked the earth. She had seen other countries, other cultures, experienced other lives, but none of them had ever really been as happy as they had been in her memory as a child. Maybe that was the driving force behind why she found herself staring down Andrezej’s grave, idling about in the open for someone to find. The wind and snow didn’t stop her, even though she had long gone numb to the cold and felt weary from travel.
But something was brewing and that had pulled her back to the fold.
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Home was a four lettered word that Corona hardly associated with any particular place. In all actuality, she had spent more time moving around than settling for just one place, though she had made attempts before in the past to do so. If anything, certain places had a fixed point in her life and as it were, Inferni was one of them. When things had gone calm everywhere else, she knew things would be brewing back at the one place that she still had some semblance of a tie to. And that semblance for the most part was family, even though she was estranged from most of them and didn’t know where a good chunk of them were. The siblings that she had been closest to—Gabriel excluded—no longer resided within a reasonable distance. Some of them were overseas, others were scattered to the four winds.
So why on earth she found herself staring at the same wasteland as before was just about as unknown to her as it would be to anyone else. When the world was clearly a better place outside of there, where places had started to become less savage and more refined, had a distinct culture that was beyond just eye for an eye… why would anyone come back there? In the end, when she couldn’t find answers, she chalked it up to promises that may or may not have been there. She said she would come back, hadn’t she? And there she was, fresh back from places both more and less interesting than the landscape that she hadn’t entirely studied. It looked familiar and yet not; the only thing remotely familiar to her about this patch of ground were the pikes that ringed its borders and the scattered forests and grasslands. The foothills to their north and beyond it, what was really home in her recollection.
She made no proactive decisions to summon her brother or anyone else that she may have known inside Inferni, but rather hung around it quietly. There was ever an uncertainty brewing inside her that made her question whether or not it was worth it to return to a place where there had been nothing but bad memories over the last few years, worth it to see which siblings had stayed and which had left, and even whether or not she herself would last there. Something was brewing, there was no doubt about it. Whatever it was though, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go after it just yet; instead it was Andrezej’s grave that she had found. Whether or not that was in or outside of the borders no longer occurred to Corona; borders neither contained or stopped her.
It was hard to believe that it had been over a year since he had died, but he had it coming. There was little remorse for him, but instead there was still some for Rachias, who was long gone. It was her sister who had gone back to mark the grave after it was all said and done, though Corona hadn’t visited it again until now. But it wasn’t really Andrezej that came to her mind; instead it was her father. That wound was still the freshest and it was the one that had not closed all the way. It was much easier to get over the loss of a somewhat unknown sibling than it was a father with whom she had once shared a close bond with.
And time, well it had gotten away from her. Had it been a year yet? It felt like it had been so much longer already. She had very little to show for it, nothing really achieved in the four years that she had walked the earth. She had seen other countries, other cultures, experienced other lives, but none of them had ever really been as happy as they had been in her memory as a child. Maybe that was the driving force behind why she found herself staring down Andrezej’s grave, idling about in the open for someone to find. The wind and snow didn’t stop her, even though she had long gone numb to the cold and felt weary from travel.
But something was brewing and that had pulled her back to the fold.