Finally

Everything became clear to Islinda in that endless cycle of drowning. All the memories she had not been privy to, it was finally revealed to her. The memories. The visions. All the phenomena that she couldn't understand, it became clear to her. 

She now knew the truth.

And the truth was that this body was never truly hers. She was merely a vessel. A vessel whose use has unfortunately come to an end. Her stay was only meant to be temporary. 

Contrary to Andre's thought, her twenty-two birthday was never meant for her to come into her powers, no, it was all for Azula's rising. 

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*Fayre*

Two hundred years went by in a blur.

Two hundred years of running from her mate and the dark Faeries who wanted to murder her for who she was. Or rather, who possessed her. 

It was safe to say that Benjamin had accepted that she was gone. If only he knew. She was not gone. At least not entirely. She was merely coexisting with Azula.