She stood alone atop the hill. Her back turned to all she had ever known. There was no returning now. Her choices had been taken from her. “For the good of the community,” they had said. So she had left; she had taken her power back.
It was a solitary place to be. Atop the world, all alone, uncertainty paving the path forward.
Pulling the cloak tighter around her shoulders, she prayed. To whom she no longer knew.