Melisa's boots clicked against the cobblestones as she made her way back to the academy, her mind replaying the fight over and over.
[Traitor,] she thought, the word echoing in her head like a bad hangover. [They actually called me a traitor. Me. The one who's been trying to help them this whole time!]
Her fists clenched at her sides.
[I mean, what the actual fuck!? Do they have any idea how many times I've nearly DIED just for existing? What the hell!?!?]
She kicked a small rock, watching it skitter across the street. Yes, she was literally kicking rocks.
[Oh, I'm sorry, would you prefer if I just hung out with random nim slaves instead of getting an education and improving my magic? Is that what you want? For me to just sit there and do nothing while humans look down on us? Because that's really helping the cause, right?]
