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Padding out, taking a near-by rock as a seat.
She waited for Aith'a.
Thinking of all the things that had just happened to her.
It's a miracle she's not screaming off her head.
She wanted to at times.
So much confusion, so much question, and answers that could not be answered to her, well, not just yet.
Just what did her ancestor have in plan?
All she got from Aith'a was that her many times great over grandmother had fore seen the war.
And her, and her group of Runist and Lyrans had work together to make this utopia they were soon to go. For them to live in peace.
Peace sounded to easy after such a great hardship.
But why didn't her Great Grandmother just did it long time ago and saved them from this misery?
There had to be a greater force, something, that wasn't being told to her.
And Celestra didn't like being in the dark.
Suddenly she's a Master of things she does not understand.
And a leader to a group of Lost Ones. The unwanted ones, Cursed ones, so many names that describe what they are. Cowards to most. Filth to the rest. Only a few thought they were wise to escape the problems before it escalated.

Young Aisha had just finished crossing the pass and she was just entering Dashna. Aisha was a very beautiful, lean runist teenager. She had the typical dark brown hair of a runist. She also had piercing brown eyes. She wore a black veil over her head, which showed only her eyes. She also wore a white t-shirt and pants. She rode atop a black arabian mare named Aquila and also had the halter rope of a large, moody camel named Ahmad.