Just halfway down the hill where Alterian Devils blocked off their path, Erika's grip on Stella's reigns tightened just as hard as how her expression warped into frustration and a sense of powerlessness.
She pulled the reigns, urging Stella to stop abruptly.
Neigh!
The horse groaned softly as if wondering why the girl commanded her to stop.
'I know avoiding becoming a hindrance is the only way I can help Lyrica, but now there's eight of them she has to fight all by herself! This is not how things should turn out! This is not how I should help Lyrica from the trouble she's facing!'
A piece of wood, the size, and shape fairly similar to a javelin got her attention.
'As her sister, I...'
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*A few months passed since Erika's mother gave birth to her only daughter*
"We found the baby!"
"It was already too late for her father."
"Her mother died of suffocation, too."