Golden hooves echoed through the lush halls of the Overgrown Caverns, accompanied by smaller grey ones. The purple equine’s small companion gently asked her for a rest, promising a feast fit for…well…adventurers. She obliged without question, knowing fully that her partner could not travel the same distance as herself.

Fire crackled between the two, illuminating the wing like markings adorned upon the larger Courser’s chest. Scents of roasted veggies and herbs filled the caverns with such a comforting aroma, it caused the larger of the two to drop the lids of her eyes. It wasn't long before the equine, who called herself Elemiah, would find herself within her own dreamscape. Wandering. Thoughts only to herself. Her heart pounded. She wasn't always the ruthless avenger she made herself to be. A smaller version of herself stood before her, staring, unspeaking. Elemiah stared right back, a cold hardened stare.

“What do you want?” Her voice was unwavering and stern. She was not afraid of her past, she knew what she had done and felt no remorse. Why was this the form her mind decided to take at this moment?

Her younger self, also unwavering, turned and giggled almost sinisterly. Her small hooves pranced in a bright white void. No noise echoed here. Simply mere images began to dance as the foal took a piece within her mouth and tore the imaginary fabric of space. Elemiah would be lying if she claimed to not be a little bit worried and curious to where this was leading. An eyebrow cocked in confusion as she attempted to make out the vision being shown to her.

Friends. Family. Traitors.

Within this dreamscape, Elemiah felt nothing. The mere idea of the feeling didn't exist. Why did she have a burning rage growing within her chest then? A perturbed snort pressed through her nostril as she stood her ground and watched.

This was a reminder. A reminder as to why she chose to unleash herself within these unforsaken dungeons. She wants to burn this world beneath her hooves. Watch it scream in agony as she stands over it, indifferent.

The equine was shunted awake by her pet drake pulling on her ear. “Shoo, Pest.” She spoke gruffly, nudging the foe dragon away from herself. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, grounding herself back into reality. Her body was wet with sweat, more so than when she dozed off. Audhumla, a small grey Courser whom she devoted her life to, gazed back at her in worry before offering up the meal she had just prepared. Elemiah took the ration without hesitation, relieved to be back in reality.