Overcome with the grief of not having magical powers, Aranea cried herself to sleep. She allowed herself to be vulnerable, her tears continuously flowing from her eyes, making her tired.
'Why? Why don't I have magical powers?'
'Aren't I born at the same time as my sister?'
'Am I going to be this way until the day I die?'
'How am I going to protect those important people that I love?'
'Am I useless?'
Aranea's thoughts kept attacking her as if they were daggers incessantly stabbing her heart.
She knew she was creating these sad thoughts herself. However, she can't stop herself from thinking about such questions. She felt that she was different from everyone else.
As the minutes had gone by, Aranea felt her eyes tiring her out. She slowly then closed her eyes as she found solace from the birthday gift their mother gave her.
