Post by Merla, the Daughter of Summer on Sept 29, 2019 0:04:10 GMT
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She wanted to make a difference. She wanted to help. When she saw the notice from the Daring Heights Council calling for adventurers to complete a task she had lept at the opportunity. With the constant shifting of priorities though it could be anything. Sheryl was ready. Seeing Bubbles at the town hall, ready to help too was encouraging. Sheryl wasn’t alone in wanting to help a country that was being pulled into a war they didn’t ask for.
The rumours around town were abuzz, no one really knowing all the facts. But one thing she heard often was people condemning a country they barely knew, criticising them for dragging their people into a war that wasn’t theirs to fight. Didn’t the people of Daring Heights, of Kantas, understand that there are innocents dying over there? People who didn’t ask to be put into the path of a stampeding hoard, that are becoming casualties for just living their lives and being caught up in it all? Wouldn’t they want such aid too if they were in a similar predicament?
It made her angry. It made her want to scream. But she is a small woman, one voice in a crowd of angry people who are scared.
So she decided to do something rather than raise a voice, for once choosing action instead of words. A small drop can cause a ripple of change, the smallest note can be the start of a new symphony. She may not be the hero, but she can maybe be the catalyst.
At least, that’s what she hoped.
Put out the wildfires. That was their task. Not destroy a mountain. Not killing innocent farmers and villagers who were only trying to help.
Stop the wildfires.
Once again, Sheryl was shaken from what she had seen in the country of K’ul Goran but this time it was at the power of one of her own companions.
To be fair, Bubbles didn’t intend to hurt anyone. She didn’t know the mountain would come crashing down on them and the poor villagers would get caught up in the avalanche. She was only trying to get the rocks from the mountain down to the fire so they could be used to smother it. Her method had worked… a little too well.
With Madam Augustine doing most of the heavy healing, Sheryl helped with healing words here and there to the seven survivors they managed to find. One of them was lost, they couldn’t even find their body.
Even her other companions, Taz, and Heret, even Bubbles herself got caught in the mountain’s collapse. Word had spread faster than the fires they were sent to put out so when they returned to Zot Goran, they were thanked begrudgingly, and escorted hastily through the portal back to Daring Heights. It was clear the K’ul Goanians were happy to see them leave.
It made her sad. No matter what she did, no matter how much she helped, it wasn’t enough. Something always went wrong. Sheryl had never thought to seek power for power’s sake. She knew she was gaining it on her own through the adventures she went on and each one changed her into someone different than the person she was before.
But it wasn’t enough. She wasn’t sure if it was ever going to be enough.
