Mourning was a heavy and black cloak around Lara's shoulders. She had lost that which she had loved most, even when she hadn’t known it. She had thought her love was the woman with whom she wove great magic, grew beautiful things, but it was a man that grew the thing she loved most, a man who planted a seed in her, a man who created the being she couldn’t live without.
Now that life was gone.
Letting her despair fly from her with a murder of crows, she had murder on her mind. He would pay for her pain.
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