Deceiving vision?

Alexis could not believe her eyes. It had to be a dream. One of the visions that started to creep up on her since Tar's death. She focused her eyes on the figure on the balcony, under the vortex of wind and dust that blew over its dome.

She had been one of the first arriving in the square so she was almost under it. There was no denying it, it was her Piuthar Bheag, her little sister. It had to be her although she looked gaunt and exhausted.

What could this mean? The shock was so big that by the time she realised what was happening around her she knew she would be hard pressed to move from her spot as the sea of people behind her pressed into the square to greet their new leader.

Alexis remembered an old Garrah saying.
When in Mizar, do as the Mizarians do...

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Malacost stood a dozen metres behind Alexis not knowing that another fellow Helian stood nearby in a sea of heathens. Behind his scarf his mouth was ajar. That little dirty witch had actually survived the desert and found her way here and now was being worshipped as their reborn leader. He closed his fist in anger as his knuckles turned white. He dug his nails into the palms of his hands stopping himself from drawing his sword and starting to wade into the bodies around him

What madness was this? What were the bloody gods playing at? How had he let such a prize escape his clutches. He was not a man that dealt well with failure. The overwhelming feeling of wanting to hurt someone, to listen to their screams was almost to large to bare.

He looked around him and knew he was not going anywhere. He took his sword out like others did and shouted his rage at the skies, his anger lost among a sea of jubilant cries.