"Cruelty is all over this world, Elena. If you don't learn to help yourself in times of trouble, you will never be strong enough to be the person you want to be. If you would always expect help from others, you would end up dying like a fading dust carried by the wind. You should not be the dust that is controlled by the wind. You should be the wind who controls the dust."
Life is not easy. It will never be. And being the dust that is powerless and can't control its own would only make your life a lot harder. And I refused to be that dust.
I stopped beside a tall cedar when I saw a deer several yards away.
I positioned myself and lift my bow up while my other hand was holding the arrow.
I was ready to shoot, when suddenly, I saw a glimpse of someone in far east. It was Rage, observing something which is most likely his prey. He can't see me because of the tall plants and he is very focused with his prey.
