Sinora's eyes widened, in disbelief. "T-the Great Mother?" She repeated, looking up at Mara, as if she looked for conformation, of what she'd just heard. Sinora had never actually meet the great mother, and she'd actually believed her to be dead. Sinora had been born, in a time where the cursed ruled the world. Sinora had inspired the people to rise up, and reclaim their lands, and within seven years, the blessed had a nation once again.<br/><br/>Though Sinora had lived a long life, for a human, she'd never meet the great mother, it was rumored she'd been killed by the cursed, and Sinoraa had believed it. Perhaps she'd been in hiding, or maybe she'd actually died, and came back? Tears started to roll down Sinora's eyes, and she embraced the sorceress in her arms. She'd won, the cursed most have been fought back, and the great mother had returned. "Thank you..." She said softly. "Thank you..." She had no idea she'd been dead for millenniums, so in her mind, the great mother's presence could only mean, the cursed were finally defeated.