Chapter 117 - Genesis of the War

As she gathered things for her departure, Sonya's room was bathed in the gentle glow of the waning sun. Excitement and an underlying sadness that only comes with bidding goodbye to something familiar were both pervasive in the air. She was folding her robes, her fingers just grazing the silk, when there was a gentle knock on the door, “Sylara?” she called, already knowing who it was, Her sister entered, her typically bright smile wavering as she took in the view. Sylara's eyes went from the crammed trunks to the ceremonial cloak that was folded across the chair. When she finally realized, her smile completely vanished, "You're leaving” she whispered, Turning to face her sister, Sonya smiled a little, bittersweetly, “Indeed, tomorrow, I'm heading to Arcanis” Sylara crossed to the bed and sat down, her stance heavy as she walked farther into the room. Sonya took her seat next to her and put a reassuring hand over hers, “My queen, happy coronation” Sonya said, a gentle smile replac