Her Growth: Lost and Found
Eighteen years old, exhausted, and drowning in the monotony of college life, she thought her biggest struggle was just getting through the day.
Then the world cracked.
Monsters lurk in every shadow. Blood stains her hands. And her family—once familiar, once steady—now stares at her in fear, after watching her slaughter everything that bared its fangs at them.
Her parents hesitate, uncertain if she’s their daughter or something else entirely. Only her sister trusts her without question. Beneath the teasing, the bickering, the exasperated sighs, she is the only reason she stays sane.
Maybe their parents will understand them. Maybe they won’t. Maybe they’ll survive the Gods’ twisted betting pool. Or maybe they’ll drown trying to save a world that was never theirs to begin with.
"A hero? Me?" She smirked. "Never."
We are waiting.
The whispers grow louder, but she doesn’t care. Because when the world turns to chaos, love is just another kind of madness.
"I can't even stand on my own two feet, and you want me to help you?" I grumbled.
"Aww, I know you care about me! How can you not?" she teased.
The shadows flicker at the edges of my vision. But this time, I don’t mind.
Maybe I should get a pet dragon, like in those novels. Maybe I will.
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