A Promise to the Gods: Part-3

Marisandra Naiadia's POV

I was born blind!

I couldn't do what others could do—something as simple as bathing myself was difficult without my mother's help. Every little task that others took for granted felt like an impossible challenge for me.

I couldn't see anything except the darkness that swirled around me… Others might not understand this, or maybe I just didn't know what it was like to have eyes that could see the world.

For me, there was nothing but an endless void. Or rather… the word they used to describe my world, the thing I had been trapped in my entire life.

A darkness where the voices of the outside world came and went… a place where I could hear everything yet... see nothing!

You couldn't possibly understand how lonely and terrifying it was.

Yet,

I moved. I kept moving forward… because there was something greater than my fear—my mother's death.