Falka sighed with a frustrated groan rolling off her lips, but as she succumbed to the hopelessness eating through her, an idea suddenly popped into her head.
She abruptly jolted up from her chair, her golden eyes brimming with hope and something sinister. All those long, miserable years of solitude, she had been acting accordingly in hopes that one day they might release her.
Despite her best efforts to maintain, her hope for release waned with each despairing year that fleeted by. They had labeled her as a monster, they were all afraid of her and perhaps, that was exactly what she would use. She would use their fear against them and in the process, escape.
In all the years she had spent locked away like a foreign entity, every ounce of emotion in her had been buried under a great storm of rage and resentment.
