The Forgotten Plains were home to many legends, the most accepted being it was the location of the final battle between priestess Cassandra and her sister Cyra.
Cyra was the eldest, and as such should have been the first in line for the title of high-priestess, a title she had coveted since a young age. It was all she thought about, all she desired, and it consumed her every waking moment. She wanted nothing more than to be looked upon with both adoration and fear, to possess the power handed down through the tribe. Although the sceptre they had forged was but an interpretation, each who ruled infused it with a small amount of their magic, so despite it being a mere facsimile, it was still a powerful weapon. It was her destiny, her birthright, to possess it, and she had great plans for it
