~Lucia looks out her window, of her chamber in her Summer palace in Tsenoble, her hair untied, and unbound by the usual beads. Her Magus family ring lays on a nearby table, broken, crushed to dust. Beside it, the Magus Seal is wrapped in parchment, addressed to her grandson, Lorien.
Lucia turns, pulling her black and silver gown around. She stands next to the fireplace, staring into the roaring flames. She lifts a book up, looking at the intricate designs on the cover. She mouths the word, symbolized by the ancient scripts: Magus. She swallows hard, toosing the book into the flames.
She watches as the corners of the book turn black, and crumble to ash, the pages disintigrate amongst the heat. The flames burn green for a moment then fade, as the book falls to naught but ash.
Lucia turns, staring at herself in a large mirror. Fine lines are seen along her eyes, cheeks, and a single scar shows on her upper left lip. She seems older than she has in a long time. Light gray streaks through her hair, her eyes seem a dull ice-blue, not their usual ferocious ice-blue. She laysthe mirror down on the top of her table, moving the parcel to its place. She sighs, turning to leave from the room.~
((Lower Levels of the Palace))
~Lucia holds the horse's reigns, fixing her belongings to its back. The glint of her Teliscan Blade, and the Leviathan Dagger can be seen, even in the moonlight, as she mounts the brown mare. Her clothes are now mere leathers, such as an everyday peasant might wear, and her coat tattered and worn by years of weathering. She guides the horse through the gates, placing a hat on her head to better hide her face from the guards.
Once beyond the gate, Lucia turns, giving the city one more look as she rides from her empire, leaving it in the hands of her grandson, and son.
Meanwhile, on the table in her chamber, a tear streaked letter waits fro her maidservants to find it when the come to wake her.~
Subject: Exiled; It's Too Late 
Mon Nov 12, 2007 7:46 pm