Chapter CCCLIV: Out of Place ~Rynn

Rynn walked around the village she'd been brought to. Kai was off playing with the children, and she wanted to enjoy a little bit of quiet time. Most of the Yoshies here wanted to know how she got wings. They knew she wasn't like them and had asked a lot of questions. But now she just wanted some quiet time. Naaro was off with Lich, and the children promised to keep an eye on Kai.

Finding a tree, she leaned up against it, pondering the future. Where was the train? Why was Multehx out like he was? Where was Ark? And why were they even here? She was starting to want to go home, back to the quiet life. She was feeling more like a tagalong, just along for the ride. She already knew she'd never reach Naaro's ability, even if Drakoni had such as Kamar. And a dragon could only do so much. She'd been trying to prove to herself she was worth something but lately it just seemed like she was just there. Faded into the background. She had no magic other than fire, and that was easily cancelled out with ice or water. Her former best friend was her enemy, and somehow in a dream she had another. She'd been safer at home, raising Kai.

Rynn sighed, looking back at the village. "I want to go home," she whispered, letting the winds carry her words.

Even though Naaro was there, she was still lonely. Sure, she had taken out a council member, but she wasn't important enough to be included in on plans or anything. She was just feeling as if she was along for the ride.

"Why did I want to come along? Was I so afraid of being left behind that I couldn't stand it? Why do I feel as if I have to belong? Am I really that unimportant I wasn't asked? I do try...but am I not good enough?" She asked the winds, blinking back hard to stop any tears that threatened to spill down over her cheeks. "Sure, I don't have any of these others special powers or weapons or anything, just my sword and my fire, but I do try. Do I have a reason to be here?"

Rynn sat down, pulling her knees to her chest, laying her head down on her knees, wings wrapped around her. She couldn't help feeling out of places. She'd heard such stories on the others while feeling as if her own was a joke. Sure, she'd helped bring Naaro back to life the first time he'd died, and she had shined then, but afterwards, her own bit of help seemed like nothing. She was no match for robots, flame sword or not. She just felt so out of place.

"Dear goddess," she wished. "Help me..."