It had been a very confusing time. Time had all blended together, but she knew she had been lost for many years longer than she expected. She had only expected to be gone a few moons at most. She was determined to break the evil that was bonded to her, but she got way more than she asked for. She remembers being swept away in the middle of the night by sudden raging waters. She had no idea what was happening and struggled to survive by the light of the moon. It was hard to remember what happened. It all blended together like some horrible nightmare. It was hard to keep her head above the flood waters, let alone to pay attention to what direction she was going. She just remembers focusing on breathing and trying to paddle her way out of the intense power of the water, but in the end...she had to float on for what felt like hours until she was finally able to get herself to dry land.

By then, it was too late. She had no idea where she was. She had no idea how far she traveled, what winds and turns the water had taken her. She was heavily disoriented and required sleep and rest. She had awoken to more rain starting to fall upon her fur in the day, and she knew then she had to run and hopefully avoid any more floods. Sure enough, more flooding did occur that she had to run and dodge from. She eventually found some higher ground and safety. She got to stop and look at all the scratches and cuts all over her legs and paws. She was bloodied and her whole body ached. It was then her heart began to ache as she realized she had no idea how to get back home. Not even a hint. Her mind was so delirious from what had occurred, that she wasn’t even able to pay attention to her surroundings during the chaos.

After a painful recovery, she had made her search for going back home a priority. Her legs would hold the scars of this terrible night for the rest of her life, but at least she was able to move on again. The issue was...move on to where? What direction should she go? She recognized nothing of her surroundings, and in the end had to simply guess and see where it takes her.

Well, it took her alright. The Lightning Queen ended up going deeper into unknown lands. Sure, she did appreciate new sights, sounds, and smells...but she wanted to go home! Even the most beautiful waterfalls and magical forests felt...empty. This is not her plan and what she wanted. She felt so hopeless at times as she wandered, not finding any signs of Moladian. She was chased and attacked as she stumbled too close to pack she never even heard of, and it sometimes felt impossible to avoid them. Her life was lost chaos for so long, but she never lost hope...not completely. It was tempting at times, and she definitely lost some of her gusto of finding home, but in the end she just knew she would find home one day, no matter how long it took.

It was another day of wandering. The white and black woman had a strange feeling as she looked into the distance on this morning. That mountain top felt...familiar. She couldn’t figure out exactly what or why, but she thought it might be the peak of Spirane. She couldn’t be sure...she had thought this before and was very wrong. This felt different. This made her heart swell with hope.

It took her a good half day to get close enough to where things were starting to trigger her memory. That peak IS Spirane, she is just seeing it from the west. She knew it! She got close enough to be at the border and yipped with joy.

“It is SPIRANE! It is SPIRANE! YESSS!!” She yelled out with great excitement with a howl at the end. She knew now that she just had to keep heading East and she will arrive. Her paws and muscles ached horribly as she ran through Apolis River to Ruieze fields. They begged her to stop and rest but she could now see Diveen in the distance with her own eyes. Her pace had slowed greatly with the protest of her body, but she was determined not to stop until she got there. It had been so long, that she hoped Arturio was still there. Packs can change so much in the amount of time she was lost. She felt her throat getting dry as hope and worry took her over.

Yet the smell of Arturio soon hit her nose and she felt relief sooth the anxiety that was gripping her heart. She knew she had to still be welcome if he was here. She had told him of her trip, but it was never meant to be this long...no where near. Would he be mad? Happy? She shook her head as she questioned...she knew he had to be happy. Why would she have any reason to doubt, especially once she tells him her story? Hell, he could probably see much of the story on her body. She is now very thin. Her paws are all torn up, and scars are riddled across her body from the debris of the flood and the occasional fight during her journey. She sighed as she stepped forward, letting out a weak howl to Arturio to let him know she was finally here, back home.