As for my Maman, she was an artist. It was one of her art pieces that pulled my Mère to her. She had created the final moments of the battle and it captured the moment; the torrential rain, the streets broken up with barely any way to walk across, the deathly green vortex of magic with swirling dark clouds in the sky. A picture that spoke of the moment on several levels, especially for me. It pulled my Mère into the moment that has been passed down in the clan and Avalon in general. But the LeBlanc clan has kept that moment close to heart because of their part in the war and how it rocked their new home.