Seth emerged from the shadows of the tree.
After seeing Lydia unconscious, he
Bothered about no one, just her, only she–
'She' is Lydia, the girl from the mountain hut.

Lydia was alright, when Seth got her to stand.
"Looks like a visitor is here! How grand!"
Liam mocked them, not knowing what was at hand–
It was the plan of the girl from the mountain hut.

"It's over, Liam. It's been quite long.
It's been twelve years. I'm tired of playing along.
You must know when you are in the wrong."
Said Lydia, the girl from the mountain hut.

"You killed my people. You destroyed my land.
You did it just for our magic and your plans oh-so-grand.
You should know when to stop, please understand."
Said Lydia, the girl from the mountain hut.

The two of them stood in the centre, surrounded from each side.
They had nowhere to run away to, nowhere to hide.
"So, this entire time, you both have lied?"
Liam asked Lydia, the girl from the mountain hut.

"As the last descendant, I must protect my lands.
Neither will you get this magic nor this domain in your hands.
You've lost the battle, draining the last of your sands."
Said Lydia, the girl from the mountain hut.

Lydia was right. There was nothing he could do.
There was no way something could be done to undo
Whatever happened – he only withdrew
Himself from the territory of the girl from the mountain hut.

"The Eastern Empire awaits your return!" Seth said.
The twelve year old feud ended peacefully, and not one more bled.
The once wastelands were now Westlands again, a flourishing spread–
The real home of the girl from the mountain hut.