I don't know what exactly should I feel on this sight. Desolation isn't the right word for this.
This day marked as the second year when Aravas fell. On the same day, back 2 years ago, in this time, Aravas would be still a peaceful kingdom...yet hell broke loose and the devil came out of its sheep's clothing. The devil was a she. And she...killed everyone but me.
But thankfully...
I was left with some.
I might be a strong one but how can a strong one cope up with the loneliness and emptiness?
Or...
I am just weak? Like what I am before. A bullied child with a magic deficiency. Mocked and thrown rocks at. Insulted and made fun of.
Maybe...I have never been really strong as what I thought I am.
"Violet..."