Timestamp: 86 Summer AV 513
Nothing would ever be the same. This thought possessed Mihiya as she packed up her belongings. She had to leave, she had to leave NOW, forget about whatever roots she had put down here. She had to forget about the people she loved and the people she wanted to be with. She had to leave, and she couldn't stay another moment.
Briseni was dead. A sob caught in her throat. She hadn't known until Brinlin had tracked her down and told her the news. She'd been killed by a Zith while she was gathering food for hunting. There had been no body to recover. Mihiya had vomited when she heard the news and sobbed in Brinlin's arms as he comforted her. Briseni's death weighed heavily on her shoulders.
A Pavilion had been destroyed. The Zith had killed most of the members. It was sickening, it hurt to think about, hurt to know about. Everything about this situation was painful. She had to get out of Endrykas, out of Cyphrus. She needed to go to Eyktol, where she could meet her father. He would treat her well, no doubt, and he would be a kind man. Perhaps not, but if he wasn't, she could return to Cyphrus. There was room for her in the Darkmane Pavilion if she needed a place to live. Plenty of room.
It hurt to think about the Pavilion. Perhaps she would change her name. Perhaps she would be merely Mihiya from now on. Her associations with the Pavilion were painful.
"Komali!" she cried out, signaling that the mare should come to her immediately, "Komali, we have to leave!"