Stranded in the Past

"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But actually — from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint — it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff."

- Steven Moffat, Doctor Who.

Far From Home
In Fiore, there are a number of majestic mountain ranges and among these are the Florencia Mountains. These captivating mountains sit near Sole City, and provide a gorgeous backdrop for the grand town. At the foot of its' farthest mountain, on the eastern side, sits a graveyard. This graveyard is no ordinary one and is populated by the graves of great and trivial individuals. This particular graveyard belonged to the House of Vista.

The wind blew softly, shaking the leaves on the trees that shaded this solitary place. A place of remembrance and of sadness. Creatures of the forests scurried past large tombstones. Alone in this place, a young woman stood in solitude. Her blonde hair swayed with the breeze. The girl's very form was still and her eyes set on something before her, something worthy of all her attention.

Before her, carved into the very mountainside, were two towering statues. One was a man and one a woman, both with swords in their hands. Under the man's statue, etched on a marble slab read: "Soran the Patriarch". Below the woman's statue read: "Elena the Great Mother". There was something about these statues, no, something about this very place that sent shivers down one's spine. The air was almost heavy, seemingly dense with magical energy. There was a feeling of both awe and peace here, like a cloud touching down from the heavens. No matter how many times a person came here, the feeling never left.

She turned to survey the rest of the graveyard. A number of tombstones lined a path towards the massive statues she had just set her eyes upon. Some graves were bigger than others, but all important. She felt a tie to this very place, yet, such was to be expected considering her own bloodline. She looked to one tombstone, it read: "Arthur Vista, accomplished author and linguist. Above all, a beloved father." The young woman glanced over to another one, which read: "Joanne Ottoman-Vista, beloved mother and architect."

An exceptionally large memorial caught her eyes, just begging for some reverence. It had a large flame carved out of stone on top of it. She squinted to read the text on the tombstone, it read: "Rhaegar Vista — a titan, a friend, a father, a husband, a leader, and a marvelous person. Gone but never forgotten and eternally missed." Every tombstone seem to have some heart felt wording, and some seeming like a tearful send off engraved in stone.

A graveyard was like a hall of memories. A graveyard was history put to rest. Her eyes shifted as she continue to scan the graveyard, simply taking in everything. Most graveyards was gloomy but not this one. It was not something easy to explain, it had never been for her. However, this place aside, an uneasy feeling overtook her as she remembered her current situation. She wasn't too sure what her next move would be or how to get herself out of this mess. She did know for sure that she was quite a ways from home.