It was been a week since she had watched Manville die; a week and nearly all the damage had been fixed. Seals replaced and bodies buried, those who belonged to other villages were sent back to be buried among their own people and not in a land where their names weren’t even known. Or to people that didn’t care to find out.
To know them; strangers that protected children and the innocent, having their lives cut short and Viktorija was annoyed that none of them would be mentioned. None of them would have their names added to the Wall of Heroes. A wall that was meant to list people who died to protect Nestanha and her people.
She had visited Trinetta and Tempeste’s graves; Millicent D’terre was Trinetta’s last living child and she hadn’t visited her grave since she left the village thirty
