In the name of her father

Truth can be hard to bear, so be ready to face it.

Lila had been roaming the streets of the free city Munthart. She was lost in her own mind and couldn't stop thinking about the woman she murdered. She had walked away from the Rebels that same night and hadn't stopped since that moment. She just couldn't believe she had defiled her father's rule, which had always been her guiding force. When she passed a dark alley, her eyes crossed those of a bear in despair. Turning back out of curiosity, she noticed a young bear, trapped by a reaper who was raising his large axe. It was enormous and had the shape of a new moon. Though it looked heavy, - it was elegant and he wielded it as if it was made out of feathers - he didn't seem to be ready to strike. The young bear was obviously still a child.

Even though Lila did not understand the situation, she refused to walk away. Her magic was weak, since she hadn't released any souls in a while, but her eyes gathered strength and a lilac glow from her self hatred. With an absent gaze, Lila dropped her necklace. The reaper turned around, which gave the encouraged bear a chance to escape. He looked at Lila in disbelief and lowered his axe. He started leaving and as he passed her, he addressed her in a cynical tone.
"Thanks... That was one of the Soulless' mice. They always carry useful info around."
"His mice..."
She watched him walking away. She hadn't only been blinded by power, but she had been fighting for a monster too. She grabbed her necklace and ran after him because she couldn't afford to lose her chance for reconciliation with her father's rule.

(Written in Syringa Cross; episode 17 of the web story)

Village of the dead

All the magic you need is inside you.

An abandoned market square in an empty village at night. The souls of the dead linger, mourning over their own death as there's no one left to do it for them. She smiled from afar and saw a great opportunity. As fast as her feet could carry her, she ran towards the square. Those lost souls would find comfort with her, but for the first time something was stopping her from collecting them. She could find no anomaly by inspecting them. Suddenly, a blunt object hit her in the back of her head. She fell to the ground and looked around with hazy eyes. A young woman raised her sword, ready to strike. The girl with the lilac eyes looked at her attacker in fear. No living soul had ever snuck up on her. The lilac magic could not move her opponent, who kept looking in her eyes. When she closed them, the sword went down but missed its target by far. After a minute, the young woman dropped her weapon and ran away. The girl with the lilac eyes did not collect any souls that day, she only shouted: Lila! My name is Lila...

(Written in Syringa Cross; episode 4 of the web story)