The Shining Jewel of Power

This was the heart of Arcadia, the greatness which lay here, in Gra'akast. The Jewel of the Desert, the great Oasis shown of structures that stood as a testament to its power and people everywhere the eye looked.

Gifts from Fang which came down river to the ports. Livestock, metals, even planets which could not be found even in the oasis.

This was her legacy. She had united the Septs. She had brought greatness to this land. It was her leadership which had created the power for the Ozanine.

There seemed to always be some that would be opposed to such things. The brotherhood would never fall in line as neither the Followers of Muros. As much as she might have tried for those things, these were feats apparently even beyond the scope of herself- The Prophetess. Such was in the hands of the Twins, the woman thought.

Maybe, she would come up with some new idea, something to lure at least one of the outliers into the fold. Possibly but it was likely not worth the effort.

Her eyes looked out over the vastness of what she had accomplished. Gra'akast shined, now, as brightly as the sun which warmed its days.