Post by Amara on Jan 20, 2024 2:26:21 GMT -5
Amara hadn't been content for years. Happy, maybe, thanks to her friends. Thanks to Dion. She loved him with all her heart and their questionably touchy life together on Namek. Yet she never stopped longing; like Garrick had always said, Amara was filled with a sense of purpose that refused to stay down long. Losing her power when crashing on Earth nearly three years ago had led her to this point, and she hadn't been content since. Amara was chasing shadows. Trying desperately to find some kind of easy cure or solution. Leaning on borrowed power to make herself strong. It took the appearance of several Super Saiyans and a blossoming warlord on Namek itself to make her realize she needed to change.
That ugly knot of discontent, that which had been weighing her heart down and creeping into every thought of inadequacy and power, was finally gone. The woman stood calmly, watching the waterfall flow as the last vestiges of her lightborne energy faded away. She gave it up. Willingly. "Goodbye, Brightburn." It felt right. That power had served her well in defending the weak, and even if it wasn't up to the task of protecting worlds, she knew that Dion would be with her every step of the way toward making that a reality. Amara took in a deep breath, and for the first time in years, felt content.
Of course, there was work to be done, training to be planned, and power to rebuild, but for now? It was like a weight was lifted from her shoulders. She was still the same old semi-muscular short ass woman as always, dressed in comfortable blue and blacks with a wide smile.
That ugly knot of discontent, that which had been weighing her heart down and creeping into every thought of inadequacy and power, was finally gone. The woman stood calmly, watching the waterfall flow as the last vestiges of her lightborne energy faded away. She gave it up. Willingly. "Goodbye, Brightburn." It felt right. That power had served her well in defending the weak, and even if it wasn't up to the task of protecting worlds, she knew that Dion would be with her every step of the way toward making that a reality. Amara took in a deep breath, and for the first time in years, felt content.
Of course, there was work to be done, training to be planned, and power to rebuild, but for now? It was like a weight was lifted from her shoulders. She was still the same old semi-muscular short ass woman as always, dressed in comfortable blue and blacks with a wide smile.
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