When the rush of magic faded, Neveah's eyes fluttered open to find herself back at the cliff's edge.
She was standing precariously close to the edge, just a mere few steps away from it and any sudden movement would send her tumbling off it's edge.
Now that Neveah thought of it, the cliff seemed like a better option than facing the emotional torture she had faced within that spell.
A reminder of everything she so desperately wished to forget and such a cruel reminder too, digging deep into the wounds in her heart that had never healed.
Of everyone in Dragon Keep, Neveah was still the one who faced such a spell... Neveah was not even surprised at it.
'The creator has never shown me his mercy... what could I hope for?' Neveah thought to herself with a shake of her head.
"Veah!" Menarx called out to Neveah and she glanced up to find Menarx, King Jian and the strange man who had spoken up for her at the council.
