Trip Down Memory Lane, by unkreatives.
She had imagined it wouldn’t have worn well over the years, but as she took in the battered old theater house, Gallaria found herself reacting as if it surprised her.
It had glittered and gleamed; much like the actors upon its stage. The Bards of all races that put on magnificent shows. The dresses she had worn had made her feel completely radiant, worthy of being in this place. The man that brought her here; he who had loved her and she him. She thought all of it would last forever.
But he had died in her arms and the dresses she wore become battered plate and chainmail. Her beauty toughened by years of war and her soul scarred by the losses they had all endured.
Gallaria closed the doors on the old theater, her mind preferring to remember it when it sparkled and shined. Perhaps she wasn’t as free from her past as she thought she was.