The journey here was so daring and the terrain was so rough, all I could do was sit in a tuff. My golden hair in a breeze, looking through the trees I found myself looking at the sea. The sea was so, so majestic. Crashing, breaking the plain. The wind tossing my mane and all I could hear was my name.. softly spoken by something greater than I, greater than all the stars in the sky. Yet on my stead, I stayed on top of the mountain plain, knowing whatever was calling it was in vain for I, the warrior running from war, could not possibly go running towards more. But whoever listens to the roar in thy head? 'Tis not I as I ventured ahead. Clara found herself in a position where she must choose to fight or adjust to live, she just never imagined that she would end up with a handsome pirate. editing by @dreamerslove