She’s.. not the same.

Maybe she had been hoping that there’d be one final push to put an end to it all. Set the kids up with a bright future, or stop their forming before they could come into a world suffocating in strife’s lungs.

It was just that no one had been particularly brave enough to take out the imp while she was young— before ambition severed her and responsibility came down in a way that she let slide off the shoulders. But they were still running after her feet, big smiles and blue eyed clones looking for guidance someone particularly lost like her couldn’t give. Ah well! They were still moving! Now there were seven of them!

Legend had done a good job at keeping some pesky new faces away from her! And all of them! Machiavelli, Khusobek— them also, shoved out her way! Machiavelli did not mind the distance, and Khusobek had finally started spending more and more time back with the Egyptian traitors!
The world was nice and small when it was just you and little ones who wanted to be like you. No one looking at her like a—

Freak.

Paws dabbed in blue powder wet with lake water, painting tiny stick figures on a wall smothered in clay.