In a world where magic and war are common place, peace is something to be treasured. So is family. Arya learned that the hard way, after both of her parents passed away for doing the right thing. Or so she tells herself. As she starts questing the morals and people she was raised with, things start to go downhill. But is that such a bad thing? After so long being the glue that held everyone's world together, she's sick and tired. The results could be disastrous. Light cursing. The title will be updated when I figure out an actually good one.