The firewood crackled as Melina sat by the fireplace and watched the dancing flames. The warmth from the fireplace dispelled the cold and moisture from her body, reminding her of the fact that she was still alive.
Melina was too old to be cheering and celebrating like the young ones. She continued to live on even after her family had been torn apart, just to see through her husband's last wish. She was already prepared for her miserable life to end in the Demonic Realm, yet she survived.
Not only did she survive, but the gods also gave her a new goal, a new reason to live.
"Belle, I'm going to the city the day after tomorrow."
Melina turned to the young girl sitting on the other side of the fireplace. Ynor was holding a book and reading it while sitting in front of the fire.
There were no precious items like books in the village, and that book was part of the only goods that Melina had left.
