"Peace is something both wishful, and realistic. It is exists even under a thick layer of turmoil in the heart, and will emerge when the heart fights back."
~Tasmiya Shaik
PORT CITY OF DURENHAL
THE PORT MASTER'S ESTATE
Thursday
7:21 a.m
The healer's woes had begun to torment her heart. With their dastardly, skeletal hands, each one had grasped her still-beating heart, ripping out the heart-strings with every vulnerable, opportune moment she laid down her guard. Her mind had already been dominated by anxiety's reign, and now she had received news that her brother was in the clutches of danger.
