From the Ashes

[Miranda Frost]

This place was truly a terrible place to use as one's plaything. Omni was toying with powers normal mortal men and women could not quite control themselves, putting themselves and what they stand or stood for at great risk. It was wrong, twisted, so very inhuman, but then again Omni himself was not human himself was he? For all the evils he introduced to the world of his design, there had to be some good too, right? Miranda herself knew that to make finding the "True" light, one must take away many of the lights that were near it. Against the darkness the true light could be found. Many here, the one-eyed warrior noticed, lacked purpose, lacked that one light to make them whole. If there was any good to what Omni had done, bringing those lights here to fight for that one piece they missed was one of them. When Miranda first arrived here, she assumed all was just an illusion, with each persona she came across a reflection of what they were at home. When faced with bloodshed and the passion of battle, however, she realized she was deathly wrong. Her steel hands were stained a metallic crimson, but not just in the blood of her dragon enemies, but in the innocence that had perished that day.

Those same tainted hands brushed over the scorched walls in which a nearby body had attempted to find shelter against Volvagia's wrath. These innocent lives needed not to die, but only did so when Nealaphh, no.... Miranda failed to live up to the plan and bargain. They had failed and all this death was the price. Her hand fell from the wall back to her side. The only way to crawl back up from the pit of failure was to succeed. Therefore, she would have to never fail again. A tough goal for someone as human as Miranda was, so she would have to become something much more or something much different.

She turned to the others, a crimson glow giving the dark room light. "I did not remember the horrors of war, so I offered my help to Nealaphh lightly. On the battlefield I lost myself... I loved it, and now so many had perished.", she spoke softly, slowing backing up to the wall to support her weight. She was tired in more mediums than just the physical one. "If I had taken more care, would even a few more lives be saved?"