Once, Keira was free to roam the world, but now, she was forced to live in exile. Once, she was highly respected, but now she was scorned as one who has fallen into darkness. Once, she was madly in love, but he was ripped from her like a slave sold at auction.

But now, if she were to introduce herself to anyone on the street, they probably wouldn’t know who she was. Her name is Keira Klang, and she was once a fiywren, also known as a “warrior for good,” then she saw “the light,” as the other side put it, and became a shackiye.

But she found all of the death, the hate, and the darkness overpowering. So Keira escaped, proclaimed a traitor by both sides; neither fiywren or shackiye. Now, she was a neutral party, her sword and magic as her only guide. She was responsible to no one but herself, and it was fun. She did what she thought was right, and she allowed herself no regrets.

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Thus, she does not regret the choices she made. She does not regret that she went to the shackiye, for it showed her that neither side was right. One talks of honor, the other of glory, but both were betrayers to their own minds and convictions. So here she found herself, desolate and alone; but free. Free from the rules that govern the hypocrites and those who call themselves just. She was doing what she loved.

For the first time, she was without someone telling her that her dreams were not to be followed. Her dream came true, and what made them come true was her own hard work.

This was the reason she was continuing in the exile - that, if she fought hard enough, she could leave. She had found a purpose, greater than that of the fiywren or the shackiye. She had started something that others had attempted, but none had achieved. She had done what she’d believed to be impossible. She had scaled a mountain everyone told her she could never climb.

She had built her own kingdom, Elvanora, out of those who were exiled or had been forced to flee from the oppression of the hypocrites, but did not believe in the regrets of the weak.

This is her story.