Chapter Thirty One

It was cold.

The sky became dark and filled with despair as the clouds covered the sun. The wind caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand as I watched the little dragon dance around in front of me.

The sound of a soft voice in my head was telling me to move forward, but I didn't. I felt so angry, so bitter. I cried a lot. And the small glow on the dragon did not bring me any hope.

I could feel my fingers were stiff. My skin became paler the longer I stood and sulked. I wiped another tear and sniffled when I felt it go down my cheek. I raised my fingers to my lips and started to bite my nails out of frustration and anxiety.

There was an enormous amount of pressure weighing my shoulders down. I felt helpless. And every time I tried steadying my breathing the memory of the betrayal came back to my mind.