Inside a forest, Aris lay on the top of a rock, bathing under the heat of the sun. Her body was bare there as she allowed the sunlight to caress her. Her red hair spread across the rock in a beautiful manner.
She whistled a tune, and the birds seemed to sing along. Ever since Silva had left, the world had changed a lot. Kingdoms were rebuilt and restructured, but humans never changed.
Somehow, the narrative that Silva was the cause of everything spread far and wide. They had all tried to stop the narrative from spreading, but it had gotten so bad that it would have involved them killing the humans.
When it got to that, Lia and Elsa decided that the best course of action would be to leave it be and watch from a distance. Sure, Silva was their savior, but he did not need the praise of all of them to make him who he was.
