Another one, slightly longer than the others.
006.Hours.
Two months, three weeks, five days, thirteen hours, twenty-seven minutes, and it feels like it’s been forever. Forever since she lost everything, and for what? Some silly little human? No, she can’t think like that now, she’s made her choice. For what though, she still questions. It’s not like she saved him. And just what is she now, anyway? No longer daughter to the fastest ascending noble in memory. No longer second to the leader of a revolution. Not even sometime-companion of the sweet boy who saved her life. Sadly, she thinks she misses that last one most of all.
And truly, that is the most laughably pathetic part. The feared Shadow, right hand to the great Tuan, almost ruler of those lowly humans; and what she misses most isn’t the money, the power, the prestige, or any of that; no matter how nice it was. What she really misses is hot chocolate accompanying carefree talks till the wee-hours of the morning, caring, gentle hands tending to her after she’s shown up nearly torn to pieces at the front door yet again, and the sincerity in the whispered “take care” as she leaves.
The Shadow she was raised to be curses the human she should have never even associated with in the first place. The revolutionist who was really just trying to make the realms a better place mourns the young boy whose life ended far too soon. But most of all, the girl torn from her family and molded into a weapon misses her first and only friend.
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