The Homecoming

Light flashed as the portal opened and Biara Dayfire exited, escorted by a band of Blood Knights sworn to her defense. Instead of her regal combat armor, she returned to Silvermoon City in a dress, bereft of magical artifacts and weapons. She looked peaceful, her beauty enhanced by the fact that she didn't have a sneer of contempt on her face as her party passed through the streets of Silvermoon and headed towards Dayfire Spire.

Upon her arrival, Biara stopped at the edge of the compound, her eyes taking in the damage done to the structure from the recent fighting. Her gaze traveled up to the top of the spire and her eyes widened in surprised to see the Sunblade banner flying from the spire top alongside the Dayfire banner, as if the two were corulers of what was left of the House. Biara strode forward, entering the compound at the base of the largest of the three towers that made up Dayfire Spire, her eyes traveling to the crowd of people gathered there.

Everywhere, wounded guardsmen and apprentices lay, being tended by House healers and volunteers from nearby noble houses. The fighting within the spire had been fierce, and in the first few hours of conflict many Dayfire Soldiers had perished defending the tower or striking out at 'loyalists' on both sides of the split between Kyliska and Chalce; a split caused by Tylirel's manipulations.

Biara stopped and stared, her eyes taking in the misery and death within the compound, and slowly it grew still and quiet as everyone realized that the mistress of the spire had returned after being gone for nearly a week. Conversations stilled and faces turned pale as Biara stood amongst them, her hands clenched into fists. Fear grew as whispers started. She would punish everyone involved. She would execute traitors left and right! None knew what terrible vengeance she would unleash on those who had fought within her domain.

And then, to the utter shock of everyone present, Biara Dayfire began to cry. She looked at the wounded, at the dying soldiers who had fought for no reason and been lost to no purpose, and wept openly in front of all those assembled before her. For several more minutes there was nothing but stunned silence as all present took in a sight that was beyond outlandish. The surprise only grew as the Scion of House Dayfire took hold of herself and marched over to the worst of the wounded. She bent down and began to aid the healers in bandaging those who needed it, whispering words of encouragement to those who were weak and afraid. She ordered the Blood Knights with her to spread out, lending their aid to those who had been harmed in the battle, healing what wounds could be mended.

She stayed amongst the wounded for hours. Not once did she go into the Spire. Not once did she look up at the banners hanging above. It was as if she had no anger within her at those who had led her people to this fate, and only concern for their well being.

It was not until the last of the wounded were healed, and the last of the dead had been mourned that Biara stood and finally looked up. Wiping a few tears from her eyes, she strode into the tower to seek out her cousin and sister. To set things right once and for all.