Although Alustriel had long understood that ever since Mystra changed from Black Eye to Midnight, it was impossible for her to remain the supreme lady of the past who knew everything and could do anything.
Yet this was the first time she felt so lost... Once upon a time, her choices, even if not the most perfect, were never the worst, and at worst could still guarantee her status and power... But now, at certain critical junctures, she had made the wrong choices.
If it were not for the string she had always kept taut, strictly guarding the bottom line of the Good Alignment, and not making a huge mistake alongside Khelben due to his deep favor with the gods, Alustriel felt she might have died even earlier than Khelben.
After all, the things she could do and the people she could drag down with her were far more than Khelben could manage.
Silently, she closed her eyes, slowly reviewing everything in the past and estimating whether her sisters' and her participation this time could bring an end to it all.
If not... what should she do then.
And there was Qilue, their most innocent and pitiful little sister... Both of her main gods were inextricably linked to the Magic Weave, yet her drow identity had kept her from participating even once in the Path of Fate.
Yet Qilue happened to be the simplest of all their sisters, bearing a striking resemblance to Eilistraee who gave her life... Alustriel simply could not set her mind at ease.
Her sisters stood quietly beside her, just as they had in the past, waiting for the smartest among them to make the final decision.
Even if Alustriel led them down a wrong path, they accepted it... The reason why the Northlands Seven Sisters