The world felt dark, cold, and empty. No matter how much she tried to convince herself, this was the world she belonged to. Those lonely and confined feelings enveloped her, driving her back into the darkness.
Anne never felt like she belonged, no matter how hard she tried. Her magic was inferior to her little sister, and her physical strength was inferior to her aunt.
Though she understood, they adored her and cheered her on. Anne struggled to stop the negative thoughts and emotions locked inside her chest. They gouged and eroded her confidence and happiness.
Anne came to a dreadful realisation the moment she turned fifteen. That she was inferior to the rest of her bloodline and without a path to follow to grow stronger. She threw herself onto the path of constant battle and faced certain death.
'I am worthless. Unable to save my father or avenge our mother.'
