Ward of New Dawn (probably to be changed)
Death was never something to fear for herself, she knew. For all of her kind, the embrace of eternity had almost appealed.
There were so many, though, who depended upon her. She knew that this, too, was a hollow concern, for all things were taken into account. The moment her heart ceased to beat, her charges were out of her hands and into another’s. One just as capable, one just as worthy. The Hand would never choose one less than able to protect the sacred world. She herself had been honored, once she learned to accept its existence.