"My daughter, are you sure that this is what you want?" Isa stood before her father asking him for a single favor. It had been a long time since she had asked for something solely for herself. He had rarely had this chance to be a father that spoiled his daughter.
"This is not the same as before. I asked for you to help My friend because she deserves a real chance in the world. No, I am asking for help for me and only for me to get stronger. I can't be the weak one. If I do, I will let my friends down and disappoint every single person who ever cared for me."
The realization that the friends that Isa had made and all she had learned from her family was not her own power made Isa feel weak. Incredibly so. What would happen if she was the last one standing against a beast bent on killing everyone she cared for?
