Vignettes from the Battle for Tymbren: Legacy

Sadida Ocala was an orphan, like many of her kin. She spent decades pursuing vengeance against the beast that killed her parents, chipping away at her youth and the light inside her until one fateful day, on a visit to a remote town, she found him.
Elemental magic responds to emotion, little one, but lightning most of all.
While there was much anger, what Sadida gained in the end wasn't vengeance, but reconciliation. The truth left her shaken to the core and though he offered her a place, she left again, lost but feeling lighter, to find herself in the wider world beyond.
Take a deep breath. Call to it. Feel the energy swell under your fingertips.
She wouldn't return until years later, older, wiser, and more resolved. She joined the Order. She refused special treatment and chose to work her way up from the bottom until she stood abreast of the Grand Curator, Skorn.
Keep going until you feel you yourself fraying at the seams. Lightning abhors the timid!
She studied and trained until she earned the right to apprentice under the wyrm himself. At last, reunited, they picked up where they left off and the years flitted past as she absorbed all the knowledge that he could impart.
Feel it course through your body, surging through your veins.
But in that time, she also watched him waste away, desperately increasing the dose of a medicine that was only ever meant to be a stopgap. She watched the fits of madness and rage grow longer and more intense until she could never be sure if he would come back from them.
Never show it fear, or hesitation lest it burn all that is you away.
And so, she left again, having learned all that she could from the wyrm, to learn what she couldn't from the Order's hallowed halls. On the way she found friends, a family, and a potential solution, but far too late.
Feed it your anger. Your hate. Your sadness and joy. Let it grow. Brighter. Brighter!
She marched on Shuddergully, not for vengeance, but for justice. She slew the horrible fiend that had caused all her misery, and yet she felt that she hadn't fulfilled her purpose. She knew that the wyrm had chosen her to do greater things than to hunt monsters.
Lightning is not fire. It cannot be tamed. It cannot be tempered!
She opened her eyes, crackling with power. She hovered, far above the battlefield, whistling winds whipping about her. The blade she held in her hand buzzed with anticipation as lightning arced across the scales of her cloak.
Do not try to control it. You cannot.
"Let it feast on you until you are one."
Let it seethe and rage and boil! And then...
"Let it fly!"
The ants down below scattered as an arc of searing lightning crashed into the ranks, followed by a clap of thunder that flattened the corpses. She smiled as she prepared another attack. It might have been much to call her a hero, but she was what she was: the bearer of his knowledge and his hope for the future.
His legacy.