Sky Castrum,
Its ruins, like a blind and weary eye,
Gazes upon the earth in its dying sight.

Alone, the girl remained upon the battlefield.
No time to shy from the searing gold,
No will to wear her usual smile.

She fought her way to destiny's edge.
Of the crumbled mural, but one piece endured —
A corner portraying the Daythunder Knight, dazzling in blaze.

She placed her hand upon the mural,
Pain seared through skin and bone,
As the picture claimed her within its lines.