The mansion was built with a small tower. One that functioned as a library. Senna had, ever since the death of her beloved, mostly spent her time in said library. But she just felt too sad and found her thoughts wandering. The light elemental was propped up next to the small, circular window. Legs pressed to her subtle chest. With a slow and painful blink, another radiant tear slowly crept down her cheek. It hurt so much.
It was a night like any other. Sleeping in his strong, yet soft arms. She knew he'd protect her. He always would. But when she woke up, he was cold to the touch. He didn't move and he was stiff. Later, she was told that his heart had stopped beating in his sleep.
She was broken. She couldn't handle the grief. And thus, she locked herself away in a mansion. Hacing given up on her life of standing up for others. She just wanted to be left alone. Yet she craved human contact. She was, after all, still a social creature. But it was all so painful.
She sat up and stepped down from the window, descending the stairs. She didn't need much of substance, light sustained her normally enough. But not now. Not when she was broken. On her way through the great hall, she heard a knock. Her eyes widened.
And she found herself rushing to the door. There was only one man who know the whereabouts of this mansion. She expected to throw open the door and fall into Darius' arms. She opened the door with a bewildered look and looked upon Ezra, her expression softening. What was she thinking? She saw his corpse.
She wanted to greet him. Invite him in with a smile, yet the only thing she could say was a shivering "how did you find me?"
